Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 971: Advancing Another Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
They came back from the client’s place, but Fatty’s brain was still blank. He glanced at Doctor, who was silently fighting the sweet and sour fish, and his throat trembled.
He was not a human… At least not someone he could understand. After dinner, Jiang Cheng surprisingly rolled up his sleeves and cleaned up the dishes. This shocked Fatty so much that he quickly stopped him and gasped, “Doctor, what are you doing?” This made him feel like he was going to be replaced.
“After you clean up, go to bed.” Jiang Cheng thought about it and added, “We’ll sleep together. You need to set the alarm. Wake me up at midnight.”
“Are you going out so late at night?” Fatty was confused. However, he was used to Jiang Cheng not explaining himself. After a quick clean-up, the two went upstairs to rest. Fatty thought that he had the chance to sleep in the bedroom, so he changed into a new set of pyjamas. Jiang Cheng stared at his new pyjamas, tutted audibly and slammed the bedroom door closed.
Fatty’s first rule of survival was to listen to Doctor. He applied that in real life too. He set two alarms before falling asleep. While his brain was still blurry, he was woken up by the alarms. He shook himself awake. Then, he went to knock on Jiang Cheng’s door. To his surprise, the door was not locked. With a soft push, it opened. Fatty didn’t enter but stood obediently outside the door.
“Doctor,” He extended his neck to whisper, “It’s time. Are you awake?”
Jiang Cheng lay flat on his mattress. He looked so peaceful that he could be dead.
“No.” His eyes remained closed, but his lips moved, “I’m still asleep.”
Fatty, “...” However, Fatty knew that Doctor didn’t set this time for no reason. He swallowed and probed, “Is someone coming?”
Jiang Cheng continued to ‘sleep’.
“A client?” Fatty followed this thought… Then, his eyes trembled. What kind of client wouldn’t come in the day but had to come at night?
Fatty was instantly reminded of the book of rich women on the shelf. Doctor said it was a book on the list of who would get sick fro
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