Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Before long, a paper kite floated into the courtyard from outside, landing in front of the old man.
He gently opened his eyes and saw a child nervously watching from outside the courtyard.
The old man did not get up, just closed his eyes again, not intending to say anything.
The child standing at the door hesitated for a long time, then gently knocked on the door and asked in a soft voice, "Can I come in to pick something up?"
The old man made a nonchalant 'mm'.
Only then, did the child pluck up his courage to enter this courtyard which had remained empty for many years before this.
Seeing the rather clean small courtyard that was no longer as run-down as before, the child heaved a sigh of relief. This courtyard had been uninhabited for years, overrun with weeds. Later, someone spread a rumor that the courtyard was haunted, causing the children to keep their distance. Even now, with a new owner, the children were reluctant to approach. But that paper kite was personally made by his mother. If he lost it, he would be heartbroken.
Approaching the old man, the child quietly picked up the paper kite, and then turned to leave. However, after a moment's thought, he mustered up the courage to turn back and bow deeply to the old man, saying softly, "Thank you."
The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the child, smiling, "You're welcome.
Hearing this, the child suddenly felt much more at ease. He plucked up the courage to ask a question similar to the one the girl at the tavern had asked.
The old man nodded, "Indeed, I've been to many places. When I was furthest away, I even saw the Great Wall."
Hearing this, the child became excited and asked hopefully, "Have you met the Great General then?"
Seeing the child's expectant eyes, the old man shook his head and said, "No."
The child's eyes were suddenly filled with disappointment.
The old man asked curiously, "Why? Do you know the Great General?"
The child shook his head and said softly, "How is that possible? He's the Great General. How could I know him
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