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
The wind and rain was dreary as the sounds of thunder rumbled. A great feast was underway in the Taotie parlour.
“A tiger?” Heretic God Baitun furrowed his brows and licked his lips. “Tiger bones for the soup. Hmph hmph, that would be perfect.”
He raised his kitchen knife again. “Now, let’s begin with the second dish!”
The sounds of gulping rang out around the table. The Demon Sovereigns watched eagerly as the knife fell.
A slice, a slice, and another slice. It was like the torture of slow slicing, but even more brutal—pan-fried, stir-fried, and deep-fried, steamed, simmered, and stewed. The diners chewed, swallowed, and savoured, yet as the ingredient, Qian Rongzhi smiled away as she watched this all unfold.
“C’mon, eat! The strong prey on the weak. That is the nature of the world, so why hide it and feign your intentions? Who doesn’t eat people? Who doesn’t get eaten? All joys lie in the joy of eating. All pain lies in the pain of being eaten.”
She hissed and whispered away, fanning on the flames and pushing the banquet towards the climax.
Heretic God Baitun was shocked as well. This woman! This banquet was originally his ceremony of offering to the demonic heavens in exchange for even more blessings, yet right now, the blessing around her grew heavier and heavier, while he, the main offeror, received almost nothing. She had stolen his spot.
He found her gaze very unbearable as well as if she was looking at a pig head being offered up.
In a daze, the difference between the diners and the food was blurred as if she was not being eaten, but wolfing away instead. She was the offeror, while they were the offerings.
A sense of unease grew heavier and heavier. Something seemed amiss! No, impossible, it must be a false impression. This is the depths of the Demon domain, my territory. Unless the Zhenwu Emperor shows up in person, nothing…
Boom!
The doors swung open, and wind and rain swept through the building, making the flames flicker wildly. They cast a long shadow into the rainy and windy night.
Heretic
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