Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 349: Feng Shui
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 435: Eat!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1358- One versus six
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1033: Void Stone
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1357- So few people?
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 694: He Has Always Been a Good Person
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 434: Hostages
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1356- Mixed Blood
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1032: Prolonged Battle
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1355.5- Not here so I will snatch (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 394 - The Fruit That Enhances Perception
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 62.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 693.2: Idiots, All Idiots - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3871: Thoughts
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 348: Fate
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 433: Enemies and Friends
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1355- Not here so I will snatch
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1031: Whiteface
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 356: Jianyou (Teaser)
“You are…” A woman who wore a wine-red coat asked. She hugged a large bag of miscellaneous objects. She appeared tired and listless.
“Are you the boss?” Hua Luo asked.
The woman nodded. “Yes.” Then, she added with apology, “I’m sorry. I’m just packing up to move. I’m here to collect my stuff, so I cannot…” At this point, her eyes were caught by the splash of red on the ground as well as the broken glass around it.
Yu Lan moved to block her sight. She explained, “I accidentally knocked over it. Please see how much it was. I’ll pay you for it.” She had no money. She was too cowardly, so she did not ransack her rental room like Banana Wolf, and the rest did. In the end, she found a blue purse inside the pocket of a pair of jeans. It contained a lot of membership cards with unfamiliar names and a few paper notes.
She turned to Banana Wolf for aid. Before she could say anything, the woman said, “It won’t be necessary. These things are not worth much. I’m not going to keep on working as a manicurist anyway. Let them break.”
“That won’t do.”
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