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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
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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
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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
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Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days (Teaser)
Wei Prefecture, Tianqing County.
Today, a light drizzle fell steadily.
It was said that spring rain was as precious as oil, but after entering summer, rain was no longer as valued. After all, with the season progressing, the time for summer storms neared. In the South, particularly in Wei Prefecture, rainfall was abundant. Not only was the rain worthless, but the common folk also hoped it would not be excessive. After all, once the summer floods come, there was always the risk of a major flood.
Wasn't the Great Flood of Wei Prefecture two years ago just like that?
The common folk, unable to pray for wealth and glory, could only hope for enough to eat and wear. If even that was not possible, then they could only long for peaceful days.
How could peace be achieved? Simply by hoping that the heavens would not act unpredictably and that the Emperor would show a little more care to the people.
Amid the curtain of rain, two oiled-paper umbrellas moved slowly, one ahead of the other. Rainwater dripped onto the surface of the oiled-pape
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