Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Next to the stream, a farce was playing out.
The little ghost in Tang Jie's hand suddenly warped away, producing ripples in the air as it easily escaped Tang Jie's grip. But then, Tang Jie would grab the ghost once more. Then the ghost would blink away, and Tang Jie would grab it.
The human and ghost continued this game of tag. The little ghost could never escape Tang Jie's grip, and Tang Jie could never truly catch the little ghost, for this ghost's skill was some kind of spatial shift ability, one that was on an even higher level than the Chaoswind Step. Even Tang Jie couldn't predict its movements, and there seemed to be no restraining it.
But after several dozen rounds, the little ghost finally began to tire out.
One had to use an ability to dodge, while the other simply needed to grab. The energy consumption just wasn't on the same level.
Thus, by the end, the little ghost finally gave up and let Tang Jie grab it, panting for breath. What kind of ghost needed to pant for breath?
Tang Jie looked at it and smiled. "Not running anymore?"
The little ghost shook its head.
"That's how it should be." Tang Jie shook it and said, "I was once your master, you know. Although I've left you all by yourself in these last few years, it's because I was looking for a way to raise you. After all, you were too dumb back then to tell me. And you've only been able to get this far now thanks to me, as I was the one who got you that hand."
Tang Jie was afraid that it didn't understand, so he pointed at the white dust and then at himself. "Mine! It was mine!"
The little ghost understood what he meant and then turned away with a look of scorn on its face.
"Hah, you're throwing a tantrum?"
Tang Jie turned the ghost's head back, but the little ghost looked away again. Tang Jie pulled it back, and then it looked away, and this went on for several dozen times, until the ghost's neck was so sore that it couldn't move anymore, but its eyes continued to look to the side, not ev
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Poor Tutu, not even considered one of Tang Jie's pets in his eyes. Also Tang Jie completely forgot about his firebird.