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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 648: Who Can Fathom an Emperor's Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 283: Confiscate
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 362: The Perfect Me
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1243- Proof of the Formation and Proof of the Ruins
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 975: Migration
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 08.01.1 - Late September's Whispers
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 348 - The Shenxia Tower Opens; Salute The Godly General!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1242- Antidote and Sacrifice (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 647.2: That Sword Is Only 90% Complete From Start to End - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3847: Facing an Immortal Exalt
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 361: The First Hour
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 282: Smile
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1241- Antidote and Sacrifice (1)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1240- Deciding
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 347 - He Who Knows Himself And Knows His Enemy Need Not Fear The Result Of A Hundred Battles
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 647.1: That Sword Is Only 90% Complete From Start to End - Part 1
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Xia Meng turned to where Fatty was. Then, her pupils shook. On the previously blank wall was a new painting. It was the painting of a beauty in red dancing. Her movement was light and airy. Her skin was fair. The dance costume couldn’t hide her gorgeous figure.
The painter was excellent. Even if only half of the woman’s face was painted, her charm was captured perfectly. When they saw the woman, they were instantly reminded of Young Master Huang’s story.
“Look… at her costume,” Fatty wanted to point at the painting, but he quickly pulled his finger back. He commented, “I was wondering why the costume is so familiar.” Of course, it was familiar. The costume was hanging at Young Master Huang’s place earlier. It was the one the skinned Tang Shirou wore that morning.
The sudden appearance of this painting reminded Xia Meng of An Xuan and his insistence on barging into their room. “It’s this painting!” Xia Meng said confidently, “An Xuan was looking for this painting!”
“So… this was the thing that appeared in their room yesterday?!” Fatty
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