Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Fatty’s leg paused. Then, his whole body froze. That’s right. If he didn’t notice the newspaper that was stuck to his body and went to bed like normal… What would happen?
He would be like Jiang Cheng from the night before. He would be dragged into the nightmare realm and… become a Dead Fatty like Jiang Cheng said.
The bag that he packed dropped to the ground. The iced tea bottle rolled out of the bag until it knocked against the wall.
“Doc… tor…” His face was drained of colour. He turned around shakingly. He noticed the bedroom door was closed. The note he stuck on the handle was gone. A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng’s voice came from inside the door, “Don’t disturb me tomorrow morning.” His voice was muffled as if he was already under the cover. “I want to see the ribs on the table by 11 am.” He continued, “Don’t forget about the dipping sauce. Remember to fry the ingredients first.”
…
Fatty was even more obedient than Jiang Cheng required. After he woke up in the morning, he moved around so slowly that he barely made any sound. His gait was light as he moved down the stairs.
He went to the morning market to purchase some yams. He peeled them and cut them into short pieces. He placed them in the pot with the ribs. He also bought some cucumbers. He marinated them with salt, soysauce and vinegar to make into a cold salad for Doctor.
Fatty calculated the time perfectly. He started cooking at 8 am so he’d wake Doctor up at 10.50 am. The rest of the time he spent cleaning. In a pair of plastic gloves, he started to clean Jiang Cheng’s computer, table and so on… Fatty picked up Jiang Cheng’s keyboard and frowned. The only unlocked drawer had two rolls of tissues inside it. He was very detailed. He cleaned even the corners. He had a cleaning job before, so this wasn’t hard for him. It merely took time. As he knelt on the ground with a bottle of cleaner and washcloth, footsteps came from the stairs. Fatty raised his head to see Jiang Cheng turn the corner.
“Doctor,” Fatty greeted him passionately. “You’re so earl
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