Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Zhan Yue
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1423- Three crowns
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 424 - Show More Respect To Godly General Lin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 722: Father and Daughter
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1422- Soul Burning Embers
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1059: Against the Flow
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1421- Dazzling Curses (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 423 - Once He Reaches The Third Class Awakening, We Won’t Be A Match For Him
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 721: Brothers Don't Doubt Each Other
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 368: Massage
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 468: Real Interview
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1420- Dazzling Curses
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 69.3
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1058: Problem Solving
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 422 - You Shouldn't Deceive Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1419- Clone substitution
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 720.2: The World is Really Lovely - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 467: Interview
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1418- Star Prophet
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Horror Game Designer Chapter 470: Weave (Teaser)
“Hen Shan Penitentiary?” Something was triggered in Gao Ming’s brain. He turned to Tang Qing. Coincidentally, Tang Qing also turned to look at him. Their eyes met. Tang Qing smiled politely, “This friend appears to be familiar with Hen Shan Penitentiary.” Only two kinds of people would be familiar with a prison. Either they worked there or were imprisoned there. However, Tang Qing knew most of the prison staff.
“The place feels very important to me.” Gao Ming said under his breath, but most people heard him. They involuntarily moved away from him.
Seeing their reaction, Gao Ming smiled sadly, “I’m a teacher from Xin Lu First High. You can call me Gao Ming.”
“What a strange name.” There was a retired auntie who glanced at Gao Ming. She was the oldest among the middle-aged people.
Twenty minutes soon passed. The garage door on the side of the warehouse slowly opened. There was a modified car inside the garage.
“Everyone will get on and take their seats according to the number on their bands. Put on the seatbelt, and we’ll soon depart.”
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