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
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 313: Neighbourhood Committee
If Su Ran were in his sister’s room, he would notice that the gasping woman before the large woman would appear so unfamiliar to him.
The moonlight shone in from outside the window. It was a rare full moon. Su Xiaoxiao’s shadow lingered on the wall. The shadow slowly twisted… like something alive was trying to crawl out of it.
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The sunlight filtered into the small office. It felt warm. “Doctor,” Fatty lifted his head, “Please move.”
Jiang Cheng harrumphed as he stood up from the chair. Then, he walked over to the couch with the blue book that recorded his clients’ needs. He started to study it. “Be quick.” Jiang Cheng sipped on the brewed coffee and uttered slowly.
Fatty, who sprayed the cleaning solution on the office table, answered, “Doctor, just give me a second. I’ll call you when I’m done.”
“Hmm.” Jiang Cheng closed his eyes with comfort as the taste of the coffee exploded on his tongue. The premade coffee couldn’t satisfy him anymore. Normally, his economic standards wouldn’t allow him the chance to enjoy the top Ethiopian coffee. This was Pi Wan’s gift. The fridge was filled with his other gifts.
Fatty stared at the beef with marbled lines and gasped. He had seen such meat at Huang He Lou before. They were sold in grams. Therefore, Jiang Cheng waved his hands and demanded they have grilled beef that afternoon.
“Doctor,” As Fatty cleaned the back of the chair, he turned to ask, “Did something good happen today? It feels like you’re in a very good mood.”
Jiang Cheng thought about it and regarded Fatty seriously, “I’m going to do something tonight.” He stressed, “Something very important.”
Fatty’s joyful expression was gone. Then, he also became serious. He was actually not that happy. He was merely trying to keep himself busy to forget what had happened before… and the strange hypotheses that flooded his mind.
For these problems that he couldn’t solve and understand, Fatty’s solution was to put them to the side. After all, life goes on.
Fatty’s attitude became more official. He stared at the Doct
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