Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
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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