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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3848: Half-man, Half-serpent
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 365: Two?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1249- Missing and progress
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 286: Benefits
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1248- Five things
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 978: Division and Unification
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 350 - Grinding Stones For Godly General Lin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 650: This Isn't The Final Farewell For Us
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 364: Cruel Self-Reflection
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 42.1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 285: Embroidered Shoes
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1247- Firm defence
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 977: Sentimentality
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1246- Source battle (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 649: On Whose Shoulders Will the Future of the Great Liang Dynasty Rest?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 284: Do You Believe Me?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 363: I Want Save All of Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1245- Source battle
“Still no news for now.” The man’s voice was thick and heavy. “We’ve investigated all the patients who have been discharged from the mental asylums near the capital recently. We do not find the person you describe.”
“Expand the search.” A flash crossed the girl’s brows. “And… He might have a fat guy following him.”
“A fat guy?” The man smiled sadly, “That is nothing special. There are fat people everywhere.”
“But this fat guy is different.” The girl was reminded of Fatty’s agility, which didn’t match his size. She took a deep breath. “This fat dude is extremely agile. Pay attention to that.”
The man on the other end of the phone was startled. He didn’t get it. How agile could a fat guy be?
The girl hung up. The large bedroom became quiet again. The girl pulled her hair into a simple ponytail and jumped down from the bed. She ignored her slippers and walked to the floor-length window with her bare feet. She pulled back the curtain, and the afternoon sun shone on her face. The girl narrowed her eyes and looked out.
She only had on a thin wine-red slip. Her skin was fair and almost breakable. Her figure was small but fit. She was not afraid of any Peeping Toms because there was only an azure lake before her eyes. A few minutes later, she turned to a spot about two meters to her left. There was a wooden easel there. An animal fur rug was spread on the hardwood floor.
A sketch was placed on the easel. It was the sketch of a young man. The sketch showcased the painter’s exceptional skill. With just a few strokes, the man’s essence was captured. His appearance was flawless, the kind rich women would easily fall for.
The girl leaned against the window and studied the portrait until her gaze turned cold. “Mr. Yi,” A smile lit up her face. “You better hide well.”
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Achuu!
People thronged about the market. Fatty carried the basket and looked around. So far, he had sneezed more than twenty times already. When some of the pedestrians saw him, they quickly put on their masks.
‘Is Doctor thinking about me?’ That was w
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