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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3856: The Sword Venerable’s Gratitude
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 305: Performance
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 384 Me Party
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1285- Heaven Drawing Technique
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 47.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1284- Heaven Benevolence
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 667.1: Without Him - Part1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 304: Hint
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 383: Infighting
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1283- Killing dragon
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 992: Hibernation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1282- Surrounding
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 47.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 666.2: How Can It Be Sunset So Soon? - Part 2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 303: Perspective
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 382: Stealing Corpse
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1281- Found you
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 991: Sky Throne
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 317: Gong Alley (Teaser)
“It’s him?!” Fatty felt a chill run over him. Butler Zhou was Xuan Ji’s father. Then, there were those strange ghost plays and the mad Elder Huang… A scary conclusion appeared in his mind. This was a carefully calculated revenge, a revenge held by a father against his daughter’s killer.
“Doctor,” Fatty asked quickly, “How did you tell something was wrong with Butler Zhou?” Compared to this answer, Fatty was more curious about how the Doctor managed to reach this conclusion based on current clues.
“When we visited the kitchen,” Jiang Cheng moved along the wall so as not to attract unnecessary attention, “I tried the food in the kitchen. Other than the portion meant for us, the others are light in flavours and taste.” Worried about Fatty’s comprehension level, he continued, “Those who sing eat light. They need to protect their throat. That is a habit of theirs.”
Fatty gasped, “Was that how you managed to guess their identity?”
“No.” Jiang Cheng answered, “I was only curious at the time.”
“Doctor,” Fatty followed him and asked, “Are we g
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