Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 217: Stone Paintings
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 295: Twelve People
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1120- Team buff
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 921: Annihilating an Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1119- Drifting Gold Eyes
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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