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
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities (Teaser)
In the Divine Capital, the cicadas had already begun to cry.
Occasionally, their calls could be heard among the willows by South Lake, though not very frequently.
Xie Nandu sat under the eaves, listening to the cicadas while sipping sour plum soup.
The exquisite porcelain spoon clinked softly against the even more exquisite porcelain bowl, producing a pleasant, melodious sound.
It was very pleasing to the ear.
The maidservant Liu Ye stood nearby and asked, “Miss, the bamboo pavilion has been completed. It was built exactly as you instructed. When would you like to go and take a look?”
The green bamboo Chen Chao had brought back from Sword Qi Mountain had been given to Xie Nandu. She had chosen a fine location, purchased the land, and over the past few days, the pavilion had been under construction. The craftsmen were excellent, private artisans of the Xie Family. Though they might not match the artisans of the Ministry of Works, they were far superior to ordinary builders.
Xie Nandu tapped her porcelain bowl lightly and shook h
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