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
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
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
He Jiang grabbed a cob of corn beside to regain his balance while sneaking a peek at the camera at the speed of light.
Great, it’s taking a wide shot. What Shang Jing said might not have been recorded.
He clenched his core muscles to straighten himself but there was no time to change his posture. He whispered into the phone, “What are you talking about?”
Shang Jing furrowed his eyebrows: “I told you to stop working.”
He Jiang: “Where are you now?”
Shang Jing did not answer immediately. Instead, he went back into the live broadcast to check on He Jiang’s situation and saw the wide shot that left his expression blurred.
If he admitted to calling after making 18 catties of dumplings just to let him take a break, wouldn’t that make him look like a simp and lose face?
Moreover, since it was a wide shot, there was no need to give He Jiang too many positive reinforcements.
Shang Jing: “I just woke up and am still in bed. It’s so comfortable.”
He Jiang’s pupils dilated. The image of a certain peanut came to mind.
A hemp shelter with a red tent, inside lives a puppy Shang.
Maybe his cob of corn had been submerged in water for too long and fermented into alcohol. He Jiang felt a little tipsy, just like he had drunk 200ml of liquor. He suddenly had the urge to fire up the stove and fry some peanuts.
He Jiang clenched his teeth to stop the manifestation of such dangerous thoughts. In a suppressed voice, he said, “Have you eaten? If you are feeling lazy, you can get my assistant to pack some food back for you with the money I left you.”
Shang Jing noticed the change in his tone. Feeling puzzled, he switched back to the live broadcast.
No wonder, the camera has zoomed in on him.
He looked at He Jiang’s gentle expression and decided to change his tone too. He asked, “Are you cold?”
The temperature in the North was relatively low in this season, needless to say it was raining. It was enough to make one’s teeth clatter.
But He Jiang’s body was warm despite the water in his rain boots. He answered, “I’m not cold.”
The heat generated in him from Shang
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