Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 147: Mother
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 229: New Mission
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 999- Sheikha Saaed's gift (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 269 - Because I’ve Read About The Three Kingdoms
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 67: Almost Fitting
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 530.2: Skeleton Mountain - Part 2
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 179: Fog of Specters
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 998- Sheikha Saeed's gift
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 228: I Am Loved
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 997- Reproducing Wheel
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 146: Exciting
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 869: Immortal Tomb
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 268 - Vision; Earth Knight
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 530: Skeleton Mountain - Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 178: Falsely Relaying an Imperial Edict
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 996- Poor but want to fake
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 995- Same type monster
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 227: Li San Hospital
On the western side of the school, there was a convenience store. The old glass door was left half open. The poster of a K-pop artist was pasted on it. The sequined suit of the idol looked outdated in today’s entertainment industry.
The man in the suit lit a match and turned away to light up his cigarette. Then, he waved his hand to extinguish the match. The man in the cap stood on the step below him. He munched on the dry bread as he held a bottle of water. Staring at the poster on the door, the suited man scoffed as he blew the ring of smoke on the poster, “Did we have such horrible taste back then?”
The man in the cap finished his bread and slurped the jam that lingered on his fingers. However, he didn’t turn to the other man or the poster. Instead, he stared at a group of young girls, not far away. He eyed them like a hungry wolf. They were dressed rather lightly. One of the taller girls had long hair and kept throwing glances back at him. She held a cigarette between her fingers. Even though she tried her best to act natural, the awkwardness in her eyes sold her out. She just recently joined this group of ‘bad girls’.
“If only this is not the dream realm,” The man in the cap licked his lips.
The suited man lowered his head, fixed the button on his sleeves and chuckled, “Don’t kid yourself. Do you dare to come to a place like this in real life? You can only hide in the sunless basement.” The suited man chided him. “Don’t forget. The police are still looking for you.”
The man’s words yanked the other man back. His smile disappeared. He wiped his left hand on his shirt and then tugged the rim of his cap down lower on his face. He stood in the shadows, only showing half of his chin.
“Don’t need to be so scared.” The suited man’s voice carried an alluring tone. As he fixed his clothes, a peek of the tattoo underneath his shirt showed through. “I’ll keep your secret.” He smiled, “You know what I want.”
“But neither of us knows who has it.” The man in the cap grumbled.
“Then, we’ll search the others one by on
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