Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 337: Humans and Ghosts
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 258: Fate
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 327 - A Journey Of A Thousand Miles Begins With A Single Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1198- He can't attack?
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 956: Cleaning
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1197.5- Final Race Battle (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 26
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 633: Who Is He Liang
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 336: Life!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3836: Divine Sword of the Heavenly Star
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1197- Final Race Battle (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 954: Old Affections
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 955: Seeing Through Lies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1196- Final Race Battle (1)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 25.2
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 41: The Weaving Shadow Nest Is Your Most Loyal Servant!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 632.2: Reverse Scale - Part 2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 257: Transmigration
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 634: We Are Traitors (Teaser)
A horse carriage slowly departed from Tianqing County, heading toward the Divine Capital.
Driving the carriage was a young martial artist dressed in black, a saber hanging at his waist. Inside the carriage sat more than one person - a husband and wife pair. The man had changed into the attire of a scholar for the first time.
On the other hand, the woman was an ordinary-looking woman whose appearance was not particularly striking.
The man sat with his eyes closed, resting, while the woman looked rather worried. She kept glancing at a small bundle in the carriage, her mind preoccupied with whether she had properly arranged everything at home. She fretted over whether last year's cured meat would be stolen by rats after her departure.
As for the few hens she had raised, she had reluctantly given them to the neighbors before leaving. Though she had asked them to take care of the chickens, she suspected she might never see them again. Thinking of this, her eyes turned somewhat red.
In all her years, she had never left that small count
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