Chaotic Sword God
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Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
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The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
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Chapter 352: July 14
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 273: Prop
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Chapter 1224- Saint Father's death
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Chapter 968: The White Bone Gate
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Chapter 1223- Digging three feet
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Chapter 37.1
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Chapter 642.1: A Sword Is More Than Just a Sword, a Scholar Is Also a Person - Part 1
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Chapter 3842: Enemies
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 272: Play
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Chapter 351: Life is a Series of Different Rooms
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Chapter 1222- Sky Monument's final reward
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Chapter 967: Cultivator War
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Chapter 1221.5- Evolve to level eight (2)
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Chapter 36.3
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 80: Sh*t! Where Are The Potatoes
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Chapter 194: Noble Strategy
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Chapter 641.2: The Temple Master Who Arrived Stepping On Morning Glow - Part 2
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Chapter 350: Something Scary is Happening Outside
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At that moment, footsteps came from the outside corridor. Someone came to his room and started to tear off the talismans on the door. Hearing that, Gao Ming slammed harder into the door. Compared to the chains, the talismans affected Gao Ming even greater. As the talismans were torn off, the lock shook, and the old door loosened.
Perhaps it was a bond or a mistake by the person outside, and he shoved the bat through the gap in the door. Gao Ming turned back to look after he grabbed the rusted bat. His grandmother’s bedroom was open. The corpse in red appeared to have left her chair. The red twines that enshrouded the ceiling swayed. The bells knocked into each other. Gao Ming took in a deep breath. He smelled the stinging smell. He saw his grandmother’s purplish, bloated face at the bedroom door. The bells chimed loudly. There was a wet slushing sound against the white rice. Something was crawling towards him on four limbs.
Without any hesitation, Gao Ming shoved the bat into the lock. With a crack, the door finally opened. Without wa
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