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
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
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
“Who exactly are you!?”
Han Qiongzhi turned around and asked loudly. The Li Qingshan in her memories drooled over alcohol, lusted after sex, was easily angered, liked to mock others, knew pain, knew fear, and knew guilt, but he would never show such a feeble expression.
Even in the most dire of straits, against undefeatable opponents, he would definitely throw his last punch with a roar, only resting once he died.
“Yeah, who am I?” Li Qingshan fiddled around with the cup and smiled in a slightly self-deprecating manner. “Probably something like the lord of the Demon domain, the king of Demon Gods!”
That was him in the eyes of the living creatures, a god that carried all of their hopes and wishes. As for Li Qingshan, he was merely a mortal.
The noise beside his ear hummed and bothered him, making him unable to ignore it anymore. The dark rainstorm in his chest had swallowed everything.
Han Qiongzhi’s question had shaken up all of the peace in this tiny courtyard. Her fiery-red figure seemed to be burning and roaring, so bright that it was impossible to stare directly at her.
His gaze passed her, following the mottle, earthen walls and climbing up the thatched roof, climbing up the chimney and into the depths of the sky along the wisp of smoke.
In a daze, the mottled, earthen walls seemed to become towering peaks. The thatching was like blades and spears, while the chimney was like a lone city at the top of a mountain. There was no curling smoke, blue sky, or white clouds. It was clearly dust rushing up into the sky and dark clouds pressing down on the city.
Crack! A fracture appeared on the cup. Before he knew it, his expression had changed.
The rooster crows and dog barking in the village all vanished, falling into a terrifying silence.
Han Qiongzhi widened her eyes, startled. He gave off a dreadful aura. The figure that sat before the square table seemed to be rapidly growing taller and larger, like an exceptionally steep, black mountain, where its sharp peak had already pierced the sky. No matter how h
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