Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3820: Essence of the Five Organs
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 306: Malice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 228: Surrounded
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139.5- Ice Corridor (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139- Ice Corridor
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
"You…"
An Yaluoshan's eyes flickered, and after a long silence, he finally asked his question.
"You are my mother?"
The air in the tent seemed to pulse as An Yaluoshan asked this question.
As the future master of the Central Plains, the future true dragon, the one known by the Celestial God Organization as the 'Child of the World', and the 'Your Excellency' that Cui Qianyou and the others served, An Yaluoshan had always had an ambition to swallow the Central Plains and destroy the Great Tang.
But deep in his heart, An Yaluoshan had also always had a small and selfish desire: to find his mother.
He had been abandoned as a child, and his only proof of identity was the round bronze token that had been worn around his neck, the name 'Yaluoshan', and a paper slip that said, 'When the time has come, I will appear before you again.'
An Yaluoshan had always kept these objects by his side and memorized the words.
He had attempted before to investigate his background, but there had never been any clues, and after countless disappointments, he forgot about the matter.
But several days ago, to his surprise, he suddenly found a letter with the brand of that bronze token upon it. All it said was this:
'The time has come! Come to Mount Yaluo!'
All of his memories were recalled at that moment, and An Yaluoshan's heart once more began to waver.
The tent was quiet. An Yaluoshan stared at that hunched figure, his heart filled with anticipation.
After a long silence, a voice finally spoke. "The Child of God… has no mother!"
It was a hoarse and discordant voice, like two pieces of metal being rubbed together. It was both incredibly old and indescribably unpleasant.
An Yaluoshan immediately frowned, but he suppressed his discomfort and continued with his questions.
"What do you mean?"
"Hoohoohoo, just as I said, you are the son of a god, the blood of the war god left behind in the mortal world. How could you have a mother?"
The figure gave a cold and sinister laugh, like the cry of an owl in the night. Finally, that figure turned around
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