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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Nightmare Assault Chapter 289: Scary (Teaser)
The footsteps approached. The person was slow as if he was confident, but the unstable gait still sold him out.
Dong! Dong!
The knocking began. “Is Miss Chen there?” Qin Jian’s voice came from outside the door. Perhaps it was prejudice. Fatty felt like the old man was catching his breath. Before Jiang Cheng said anything, Xia Meng jumped out of bed. She walked to the door but didn’t open it. She asked calmly, “Elder Qin, how can we help you?”
“It’s nothing.” Qin Jian licked his lips and continued in an even tone, “We’ve just discussed some clues and wish to share them with Miss Chen’s group…”
Fatty scoffed internally. Qin Jian was an old fox. He was afraid of death, but he made it seem like he was there to do them a favour.
“Thank you, Elder Qin.” Xia Meng cut him off impolitely. Her attitude was different from before. “I” was tired and needed to rest. We can talk about this next time.” No matter what Qin Jian said, Xia Meng stopped replying. After a tense awkwardness, Qin Jian left with a dark face. After all, without any evidence, h
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