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!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
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
Li Qingshan smiled silently. He neither confirmed nor denied it.
Yan Song said, “Did the Black Wolf guard Feng Zhang die to your hands as well?” Originally, he refused to consider such an absurd possibility. A Black Wolf guard, five first-rate masters, and a great group of second and third-rate masters would actually die to a little known kid. However, he believed it somewhat now.
Li Qingshan still did not answer.
Yan Song drew out his hand. He was not holding the talisman anymore.
Li Qingshan smiled, “We’re not continuing to fight?”
Yan Song said, “You’re dead already. There’s no point for me to waste something like that on a dead man.”
Li Qingshan said, “Oh? How come?”
Yan Song said, “You kill a Black Wolf guard. Do you think you can still live?”
Li Qingshan dodged the question. “That’s something you don’t have to worry about. Please return my items!”
Yan Song paled. Liu Hong pulled Li Qingshan to the side and pleaded, “Qingshan, I didn’t know you would return alive, which was why I dug up those things. If you want silver, I’ll give it to you, alright?”
Li Qingshan shrugged. “That’s what I was asking for in the first place.” He wanted to reason with Yan Song, but what could he do when Yan Song was unreasonable? He was forced to talk through his fists.
Liu Hong shot a glance, and the disciples of the Iron Fist school dispersed the crowd. The large martial arts platform emptied out.
At this moment, Ye Dachuan arrived in a carriage. After looking at everyone’s expressions and seeing the redness that had yet to fade from Yan Song’s face, he gained a rough understanding as to what had happened. He found it satisfying. In the past few days, he had been holding banquets and inviting Yan Song, but all this shitty protector did was look down on him. The protector finally knew what was what now!
He put on an act and coughed twice. “Protector Yan, do you have misunderstandings with sheriff Li? As they say, it’s better to resolve grievances than to deepen them. I’ll play the host for lunch and serve as a mediator for the two
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