Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
The Mosquito Daoist was already on his last breath, but he still appeared worried.
“Fly Daoist, the Blood Shaman Resentful Spirit is already destroyed. You collected the Blood Shaman’s deity? I don’t want that Blood Shaman’s deity; return my Mosquito Heart to me, and we will part ways,” the Mosquito Daoist said weakly.
“Hah! Hahahahaha! Return your Mosquito Heart? Do you think I am stupid? To think you want your Mosquito Heart back now that it is in my hands! At best, I will let you leave!” the Fly Daoist guffawed while showing a ferocious expression.
Rip!
The Fly Daoist ripped away from the Mosquito Daoist, the two immediately separating.
The Fly Daoist remained as he looked, with faint black flames around his body.
However, the Mosquito Daoist got tossed into the distance. He slumped over, drained of energy, with a large hole in his back; his heart was gone.
“Mosquito Daoist!” The weak Chang Ming rushed over and supported the Mosquito Daoist.
“Cough! Cough! Cough! I mistakenly trusted a vile person. Chang Ming, leave quickly! Ask His Reverence to avenge me. Cough! Cough!” The Mosquito Daoist aged rapidly.
“No. His Reverence can rescue you. This…Mending Heaven Energy! His Reverence’s Mending Heaven Energy!” Although horrified, Chang Ming quickly took out the small bottle Gu Hai gave him and poured the energy into the Mosquito Daoist’s heart position.
The area around the Mosquito Daoist’s heart slowly healed, but he continued to age.
“It’s useless. You don’t know the Fly Daoist and me. We have bodies of darkness, which rely on the guidance of the heart. The heart is the source of our energy. This bottle of Mending Heaven Energy can heal wounds, but it is not enough to create a heart. This bit of Mending Heaven Energy is far from sufficient. Without a heart, I’m just a corpse,” the Mosquito Daoist sighed weakly.
“I brought harm to you,” Chang Ming said, feeling guilty.
Nearby, the Fly Daoist raised his eyebrows, feeling some regret. However, his long-awaited dream dominated his thoughts.
“Mosquito Daoi
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