Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
On a link bridge at the International Airport of S City, a group of multi-national tourists was alighting from a plane that landed moments ago. Walking in front of them was a young man with traditional East Asian facial features. Rosy lips, white polished teeth, eyes that glittered like the night sky, and a pair of long slim legs that boasted of large strides; he had an appearance that left people wondering where such a beauty could have come from.
The airport was the name card of every city. Advertisements of the city, from their best scenery to their most popular attractions, decorated the walls of the building.
However, excited to start their holiday, there were barely any people who stopped to admire them.
Shang Jing was no exception. However, there was one advertisement that caught his eye. It was a two-storey high LED billboard at the arrival hall lobby.
Standing at approximately 6 meters high, it perfectly encapsulated the dashing features and well-built figure of the ambassador. Together with the luggage bag he was holding, the expensive watch on his wrist, the jacket with folds in all the right places, and the city skyline behind him, every inch of him was candy to the eyes.
He was He Jiang, a well-known film emperor and also the ambassador for a first tier city. In front of him was a line of text, written in calligraphy, ‘China’s S City Welcomes You’.
Shang Jing looked at the crowd approaching his direction.
As his fingers tightened around his luggage handle, the world blurred around him. Soon, he was left alone with the silhouette of a person from the shadow of his memory. He watched the silhouette sharpen, becoming clearer and clearer, until its features perfectly matched the man on the advertisement.
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“Twenty-nine people were injured today at Wen Qing Avenue after a blue sedan crashed onto the pedestrian sidewalk. All twenty-nine victims were taken to the First Community Hospital and Second Community Hospital for treatment…”
Cries coming from both adults and children echoed in the hospital emergency room as hos
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