Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 333: Luo Dong's Uniqueness
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 255: Building
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 323 - Do You Want To Become A Transcendent God-Level Powerhouse?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1192- Finally here
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1191- Revolutionary product
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 322 - A Man Must Endure Hardship
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 24.1
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 38: The World Outside the Mountain Cavern
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 630: A Traitor in Peach Blossom Alley
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3835: Severed Arm
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 254: Start
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 332: Big Dog!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3834: The Profound Spirit Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1190- Three types of weapons
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 321 - Two Teachers? That's Not Impossible
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 320 - Bold And Reckless: Striking At A God-Level Expert
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1189- War Fortress
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.3
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 268: Order (Teaser)
Xia Meng walked over and sat on the wooden chair placed before the red curtain. The wooden bed was large, but the craftsmanship was incredible. The carved characters looked like they were alive.
The outstretched hand faced upwards. The wrist was placed on a silk jade lotus. The silk was embroidered with two playing mandarin ducks. The fair skin, tapered fingers and well-kept fingernails. This was a beautiful hand. Xia Meng sighed. In her eyes, this hand should belong to a woman.
She looked up to stare at the figure behind the curtain. Even though they were very close, the curtain was like a solid screen blocking her gaze. It would be easy for her to lift the curtain but she didn’t dare to do so.
She placed her fingers on the wrist. It felt cold. Perhaps it was because she was nervous. The weak pulse travelled to her fingertips. It gave her some comfort. “Young Master Huang,” She asked calmly, “Your pulse is weak. Have you had a good rest?”
Moments later…
“I saw her up the high building. Good things are rare. How many pairs miss each o
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