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!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
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
Li Qingshan laid lazily on a banyan leaf that was as wide as a rowboat. The autumn sun shone on his skin, making him feel a little tipsy. Of course, the primary culprit might have been the several hundred jars of alcohol he had just drunk, but did that matter?
The breeze drifted over, giving him comfort.
“Qingshan, you’ve already laid here for ten days,” the Great Banyan Tree King’s voice echoed through the cloud-like canopy.
“Could you raise me a little higher- Alright, just like that.” Li Qingshan made the banyan leaf take an angle that received more sunlight before suddenly realising what the Great Banyan Tree King had said. He cocked his head and said, “Ten days? It’s been that long? Heh, it feels like I just drank the first cup!”
As he said that, he picked up a jar of alcohol and polished it off with a few glugs before casually tossing it aside. The jar vanished behind a cloud on the horizon. Then he laid down comfortably again, letting out a belch. He spoke up with a half-narrating, half-singing voice.
“How many times in life do you get to drink… Only through drinking will you find peace of mind!”
“Hmph, I didn’t expect the legendary Daemon King Northmoon to be so depraved.”
There was a flash of white in the depths of the clouds. Then, it descended from above, hovering above the canopy and turning into a woman in white. Her skin was milky-white, and her beautiful appearance gave off a holy feeling. She looked down at Li Qingshan from above. However, nothing stood out like her pair of pure-white wings.
“An angel?” Li Qingshan murmured, “Oh, an otherfolk.” He vaguely remembered the existence of this race.
The term “otherfolk” made the woman in white frown. She corrected him. “It’s godfolk!”
“It’s fucked in the head!” Li Qingshan laughed aloud, and the canopy shook.
The woman’s expression changed. With her cultivation at the third heavenly tribulation, she actually sensed a tremendous pressure from the laughter. Sure enough, this Li Qingshan really was worthy of his reputation. She developed a little more respec
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