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
Li Qingshan could not help but furrow his brows. Despite knowing that mad woman for all these years, he never developed any sense of attachment or even familiarity. There was only deep disgust.
He had been constantly in search of an opportunity to kill her, but she never gave him the reason to do so. Instead, she worked with him multiple times, lending him a hand when he needed it.
Just like now.
He needed to find her in this colossal demon city, even with a tremendous number of demonfolk stirring up fate.
He was forced to slow down, following the vague feeling as he moved between the skyscrapers.
The streets were mostly empty, and the few pedestrians maintained their distance from one another cautiously.
Li Qingshan found this quite strange. In the past, all the demonfolk he had seen were on the battlefield, yet now, they seemed no different from regular people. Even the demon qi they gave off assimilated with the demon city, such that they seemed nothing special.
He stepped through a puddle, and the neon lights flickered. He made his way through the cold rainy night alone, suddenly feeling rather bleak.
It had already been many years since he felt that emotion, so he could not help but contemplate it closely. He thought of Sukhāvatī, that enthusiastic square, and the joyful people. They were so happy that it seemed like a dream.
Now that they had woken up from the dream, the people walked alone with indifference, guarding against one another.
This kind of contrast was far too great. He could not help but listen closely, wanting to hear something. He widened his eyes as he tried to search for certain scenes.
As a result, he heard countless moans, curses, and sobs, lurking in the depths of this concrete jungle. A tragedy unfolded in every window.
“This damned place!”
Suddenly, he heard the wails and cries of help of a woman, as well as the cruel laughter and excited breathing of a few men. It was nearby.
His patience was running low. In just this short while, he had already heard enough of these shitt
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