Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 983: Blueheart Flame
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1262- Sacrifice, Xia Bai
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 656: Unexpected Changes in the Temple
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 291: Choices
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 370: Gao Ming's New Death Portrait?
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3851: Destroying the Formation with the Energy-devouring Furnace
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 44.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1261- Third party lifeform
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 982: Pernicious Plot
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1260- Big problem
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1258- Rat Army outline
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 655: The Heaven Is Going to Change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1259- Proof
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 981: Red Leaf Alliance (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 355 - A Small Favor; A New Deal
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 654: Going Out to Sea
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 290: Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 369: Convergence
Mu'en was in a taxi headed for the Central District.
The many roads and streets in Norzin were like a wide spreading spiderweb. Thus, for convenience purposes, there were many taxis. However, after entering the Central District, public transportation vehicles were much fewer because in the Central District where the nobles were, almost every household was equipped with expensive cars.
The girl in the taxi soon became the center of attention.
Mu'en's expression didn't change. She was as nonchalant as ever in this old and rundown taxi.
She had nothing to worry about. These tools, in her eyes, were just like humans—everything equal.
However, the ordinary driver didn't feel the same. In the surroundings were expensive luxurious vehicles and even horse-drawn carriages that were popular among some ancient noble houses. An accidental scrape might easily cost him an amount he would never come close to in several lifetimes. He picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead, feeling immense pressure as he parked his car at the heart of the Central District.
The driver glanced at Mu’en. This girl, who was calm like water, had an extraordinary air about her. One look and he could tell that she was the eldest daughter of a noble family which he wouldn't dare offend.
With a nod and bow, he said, "Um, miss. My shabby little car can't enter the area ahead. I'm sorry but you'll have to get off here."
Upon hearing this, Mu'en tilted her head slightly and thought about what was the normal thing to do here. Then, she took out some money from her bag and handed it to the driver. "Thank you, this is the place."
This was the first time Mu'en had left the bookstore and returned to the Central District. It was impossible to say that she didn't feel anything deep down, but her personality was usually calm. Right now, she only felt some slightly inexplicable emotions.
It had been more than half a year ago when she had escaped from the Truth Union laboratory in the Central District and had been in an extremely sorry state.
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