Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 777- Colorful Wheel Illusion Part 2 (1)
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 909 - Desolate Star Auction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 776- Colorful Wheel Illusion
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 784: Group Battle (2)
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 05.08 - Gold
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 078: Jiang Lianshan?
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 424.1: Life Isn't Easy - Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3728: Unstoppable
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 254.2: The Tamed Queen of Eternal Night, The Truth About the Fall of the Time Goddess (2)
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 003.1: Chen Heng Offends Fu Hua Again, Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 58: Subservience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 775- Let's spar
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 908 - Fourth Tablet
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 774- Demon Monster appear again
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 783: Group Battle (1)
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 05.07 - Gold
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 167: Ou Huang's New Method
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 423: Nobodies
At the far end of 23rd Avenue, where countless drifters were, an extremely lanky man, much like a bamboo pole, wandered about in a small alley like a ghost.
This street used by drifters and homeless now only had old folks and children. Those young and fitter adults had already been rallied by the Sun's Faith to fight in the Central District.
The motto of Pope Vincent of the Sun's Faith was 'Fight the nobles, Divine the land, and equalize wealth and poverty.' They would have food to eat if they win.
The tall skinny man stopped at the alley of drifters on 23rd Avenue, and he openly scrutinized these wanderers while at the same time attracting the attention of many of them.
Even at the poor and remote 23rd Avenue, the thin man's wide-brimmed hat seemed outdated, but the man wore it really well, making it difficult to gauge its price.
It was obvious he was rich, yet he gave off a fiercely wicked vibe, so no one went up to him to ask for money.
Only when the lanky man turned into an empty alley did he suddenly feel his clothes being grabbed by someone.
He was slightly surprised at first, then turned his head to see a small girl no older than ten, with a face full of dirt and cracked lips—as a whole, utterly shabby. However, one could still see the child's innocent cuteness.
"Uncle, my mother is sick, my father went to the Central District, and me and my mom haven't had any food for days. Could you give me some money, please?" The little girl choked up as tears ran down her face.
The tall and thin man turned around, squatting down to meet the little girl's eye level.
The man was over two meters tall, but he easily bent down and contorted his body to make eye contact with the little girl up to his thigh, a movement that seemed effortless and beyond the ability of an ordinary person.
"I can give you money to cure your mother," the man's voice was unusually hoarse and full of force, his wide-brimmed hat covering the upper part of his nose.
The little girl immediately broke into tears of joy. "Thank you, thank yo
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