Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 251: Cool
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 329: Investigation Centre's Plan
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1183- Fifty
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 948: A Secret of High Antiquity
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1182- Pushing forward
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 22.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 625: Broken Tiles in the Small Alley
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 250: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 328: Pet
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3831: The Skyscraping World
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1181- Who is slave race
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 947: Hibernation
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 319 - Turbulent Thoughts And Intense Murderous Aura
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1180- I will step you under my feet in the future
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 21
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 35: The Poor Lifestyle Players Under the Developer’s Tyranny
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 624: Circumstances Change With the Passing of Time
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 327: Who's Mimicking This?
"Friend..."
The old monk seemed somewhat nostalgic. "I had many friends long ago, but they were always so arrogant, thinking they could accomplish anything on their own. That's why they died very quickly."
The girl glanced at the old monk, then looked up and said, "My friends are different from yours. At least they're not that foolish..."
"Well, actually, you're not that foolish either..."
The girl pondered for a moment and continued, "You're just a little scared of dying."
The old monk looked at the girl and said, "Don't be too confident. This matter is very dangerous, and it has been so many times before. I don't think you can change anything."
But the young girl did not agree, "Some things haven't been tried yet. How do you know they won't work? Besides... forget it, it's useless to talk to you about it. Just hide yourself."
The old monk remained silent, his silence making him seem more like a statue than a person.
"I'm not a great bodhisattva, I'm just a clay bodhisattva. It's hard enough for me to cross the river myself, let alone with others."
The old monk's expression was grim, without much joy of seeing an old friend. The girl couldn't be bothered to listen to his words. She simply summoned a spark of brilliant light at her fingertips and examined it closely.
After some time passed, the girl stood up and said, "Little monk, I'm leaving."
The old monk, who could hardly be called "little" anymore, and was an old monk a long time ago, opened his mouth to speak but ultimately said nothing.
The girl looked down at the monastery below with some disdain, then turned to glance at the old monk, smiling faintly. "Doing something interesting is what makes life worthwhile. Just living like this is meaningless. You don't understand this principle, even after living so many years."
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Sword Qi Mountain was deep into midsummer, and naturally, the sound of cicadas was abundant. Chen Chao had been granted permission to roam freely on Sword Qi Mountain, which naturally caused discontent among many swordsmit
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