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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1071- Seen
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 896: Departure
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1070- Two secrets
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.10.2 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 300 - Apologies To Everyone; Level 37 Godly General
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 663 - The Captured Mastermind
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 662 - The Decline of a Nation
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 2: All the Demons Are Joining the Civil Service… Guess I’ll Be the Demon King Then
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 568: Will Spring Come?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 188: Aged Woman
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 266: Surgical Room
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1069- Underground Dungeon
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 895: Yellow Heaven
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1068.5- Collector (2)
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.10.1 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 299 - Even Without The Undead Legions, I'll Kill You All the Same!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 567: Listen, There's Thunder in the Distance
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 265: Taboo Game
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The cheap clock hanging above the couch ticked. Gao Ming’s heart would be affected whenever the clock needle moved. The middle-aged woman entered the kitchen. The smell of food floated in the home. When Gao Ming attended primary school, he often enjoyed a similar scent at home. His stomach grumbled. He stood in the middle of the living room and observed every corner of the apartment.
The uneven wooden table leaned against the wall. The old newspaper was stuck underneath the table legs. A flower-patterned tablecloth was draped over the table. Candies and apples were placed on the table to welcome the guests.
The little fatty held the bottle of soda, ran to the table and sneaked a piece of candy. He put it in his mouth. Then, he looked at the apple with desire.
“Everything is normal. Even the candies are the types that you can find on the market.”
The sun shone into the room. Gao Ming moved around and studied the calligraphy on the wall. They seemed to be written by Situ An. Every brush stroke was powerful and steady. The scent of f
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