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
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 316: Ghost Face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 238: Beep
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1158- Jumping into the river
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
In a southern part of the Boundless mountains, a rat Daemon General and a den of rat daemons were swallowed by the space-devouring beast. They squealed at the top of their lungs. As they rolled through the Heaven Climbing Vine, one of them even called out, “Spare me, great king Northmoon!”
Li Qingshan could not help but laugh aloud. Back then, this “rat king” had even chased after him! He called himself the Cat-eating Mouse, yet he had been so frightened by a single meow from Xuanyue that he scrambled back to his den. He never expected him to recognise him.
Little did he know that ever since this rat king heard about Daemon King Northmoon’s great reputation, he had never managed to catch a wink of proper sleep again.
He wondered where the cat daemon that had once carved the words “North” and “Moon” into his horns had gone, but that was fine. As long as he continued like this, they would end up meeting.
A dark-skinned old man called Diao Fei made Li Qingshan think of the time he spent as a Hawkwolf guard in Jiaping city. The most memorable part was not how he fought against his superior in a battle of wits and courage, but the courtesan Furong giggling and flirting with him, trying to use her arts of charm on him. In the end, it left him so disgusted that he killed her with a punch.
Originally, he wanted to have a drink with him, but Diao Fei turned sheet-white as soon as he saw him, so nothing happened in the end. It was quite a pity, as he had gathered many fine alcohols from across the world.
Apart from sparing the living creatures from being digested by Navy Li’l Fatty, he kept the alcohol for himself. He liked alcohol, but he was not a connoisseur. He did not care about their varieties, storing them all in the same metal gourd. There was so much that it was enough to fill an entire lake.
The metal gourd was an arcane treasure. Originally, its purpose was for absorbing the techniques of enemies. Gu Yanying had found it somewhere and given it to him, reporting the situation in the South sea to him in the process.
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