Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Zhan Yue
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1065: Ascending the Tower (3)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1437- Stomach problem
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 728: If So, Make a Trip to Windspirit Mountain
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 373: Qiao Yu
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 475: Excited
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1436- Undead Sand Moon Blade
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 71.2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1064: Ascending the Tower (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1435- Talisman Gem
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 429 - Even I Feel Like I'm A Bit Of A Freak
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 727: An Honest Man
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 474: Reality is Better
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1434- Purple equipment set
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1063: Ascending the Tower (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1433- Invisibility Ability
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 428 - Undead Troops Surrounded By Rings Of Light
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 726: It All Depends on Human Effort, Do It if You Can
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 472: Familiar Feeling
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 384: Warning (Teaser)
The paper notes disappeared like the wind. It was so fast that Fatty could barely react. “I dropped them when I went shopping for groceries this morning.” The woman said naturally, “But I still need to thank you.”
The door opened further. The woman took a look at them before her focus centred on Banana Wolf. Then, she moved away. “If you’re free, why don’t you come in and have a seat?”
“Thank you, Sister Qing.” Jiang Cheng accepted the invitation. Fatty followed Jiang Cheng. Banana Wolf was the last. The three sat in a row on the couch. They were as obedient as children.
Wen Qing turned to head into the kitchen. When she returned, she carried a tray of glasses and a pretty teapot.
The room had thick curtains, and only a small light was left open. The atmosphere was strange. To Banana Wolf’s surprise, Wan Qing didn’t appear as unapproachable and as old as Jiang Cheng described. Her get-up would not be considered dated in the real world. The loose wine-red pyjama couldn’t hide her amazing figure. Her long hair spread behind her. She had
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