Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Zhan Yue
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
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Chapter 491: Red
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Chapter 1461- Tian Bing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 442 - No One Has Ever Dared To Fool Me
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1077: The Decisive Battle (4)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460.5- Lonely Intercepting Kill (4)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 740.1: There Aren't a Lot of Truths in This World That Ought to Be - Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3882: The Second Medicinal Garden
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460- Lonely Intercepting Kill (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 382: Identity
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 490: Three Choices
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1076: The Decisive Battle (3)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1459- Lonely Intercepting Kill (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 441 - Antares Isn't All-Knowing
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 739: The Confused Daoist, the Mad Scholar
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.1
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Chapter 489: Please Call Me Doctor Gao!
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Chapter 1458- Lonely Intercepting Kill (1)
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 397: Fight (Teaser)
Darkness gathered behind him like a pool of black water. Black and red patterns appeared on Wei Jingting’s exposed skin. The patterns were curses and shackles.
Wu looked at him with interest. The blade he held appeared to have gained consciousness. It buzzed with interest. Wu’s original face started to become ghastly. He stared at Wei Jingting and his eyes shone with desire.
The horror stories he collected were trash. This man before him was the thing he wanted! He would make Wei Jingting into his perfect collection! The scariest story!
The darkness that curled around Wu started to boil. It was like a black wave. The next second, the two fast shadows collided to form black ripples.
The bright blade left deep scars on Wei Jingting’s body. If he were slower, his left arm would be chopped off. Wei Jingting’s left arm turned ashy. It became curled with the sense of death. Blood vessels burst as blood flowed down his tapered fingers. The splattered blood crawled along the blade. It was startlingly beautiful.
The strange thing was the blood
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