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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 217: Stone Paintings
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 295: Twelve People
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1120- Team buff
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 921: Annihilating an Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1119- Drifting Gold Eyes
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“Student council? Gao Yun? Why is he looking for me?” Gao Ming had a deep impression of the 51st student of Class 13. He was supposedly the only survivor of the bus accident. However, the other students were tricked to get back into the tunnel. The dead students were alive again. Gao Yun, who should survive, died on their behalf. Of the two parties, only one could leave the tunnel. However, due to the loophole in fate’s arrangements, they both appeared at Han Hai.
“The president wants to give you something.” The student council member walked towards Gao Ming when he saw him. He was rather dull-looking, and his tone was even like that of a puppet without his own thoughts. He reached into his pocket and searched for a long time. Eventually, he took out two old phones. One of them was stained with blood like it was taken from a crime scene; the other was fully black. Its model was even older than the other.
“The president wants to ask you a question. Please answer it carefully. Do not try to lie to him again.” He held a phone in each h
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