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
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
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.3
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 976: Arrival
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1244- Worry and Joy
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 349 - Possessing Puppets And Learning Through Combat
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
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“San Geng gong rings. Boat rides on the moon. The half-filled crop can cure the feeling of sadness.”
Fatty’s eyes were big and small as he read the words on the paper. He pursed his lips and turned to Xia Meng and the Doctor, “This appears to be some kind of code.” He loved to read wuxia novels. They usually used pigeons to send letters. To prevent the information from being stolen by the enemies, they communicated in codes.
Perhaps she was frightened by the Doctor. Xia Meng was cooperative. She honestly handed over the newspaper. She sat at the table with a dark face. It was hard to tell what she was thinking.
San Geng was easy to understand. It should be talking about midnight. With the gong ringing, it probably meant that Young Master Huang would come to the lake again. But, boat rides on the moon?
Fatty blinked. He believed this was an analogy. After all, how could a boat ride on the moon?
“It’s the reflection.” Jiang Cheng said without lifting his head from the newspaper, “The moon forms a reflection on the lake’s surface. When t
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