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
The village head was helpless but he didn’t dare to offend Jiang Cheng. He shot a look at the tanned man who was holding an umbrella above his head to move to Jiang Cheng’s side. It was not until Jiang Cheng was right under the shade that he revealed a satisfied expression.
“Miss Yu!” Jiang Cheng invited Yu Man to join him. They walked side by side. Perhaps they had similar professions. They seemed to have endless topics. Jiang Cheng would lean into the woman’s ear, causing the woman to laugh and blush. Then, the two would turn to look at Chen Xiaomeng funnily. Then, they would share another incomprehensible laugh.
Chen Xiaomeng was annoyed. She turned her head to stop seeing him.
The mountain roads were harder to trek than they thought. The trip was supposed to be a few hours long, but they only saw the village in the distance when the sky was almost dark. The village head shuffled on his cane. He stood on a natural rocky perch and looked at the village. Lamentation coloured his eyes. The group slowly stopped.
The mountain village looked serene under the setting sun. It was shrouded in a sacred veil. The black-and-white roof tiles shone through. Smoke rose out of the chimneys. They were like snakes slithering through the mountain forest. It looked as picturesque as a Chinese ink painting. Even though he was on a mission, Bei Qian, who was a painter, was impressed by the scenery at Little Ravine Village.
A clear stream winded through the village. Green pebbles slowly appeared underneath their feet. The green-pebbled road led to the village. The village was not large. It probably had around 100 families. After the village head scattered the following villagers, only Jiang Cheng’s group and the tanned man who held his umbrella remained. The group came to a courtyard. Well, instead of a courtyard, it was more like a few low brick houses being surrounded by fences and made to look like a courtyard.
The village head entered the place first, probably to set up the sleeping arrangements. The travellers didn’t follow
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