Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
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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