Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 49: Coastal City
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 418.2: Secrets - Part 2
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 251.2: True Ancestor's Blood Addiction, Late Night Rendezvous with the Wolf Queen (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 48: The Purge
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 930: Usurpation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 764- Crazy Attacking Song part 1
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 902 - Missing Realm
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 763.5- Begin part 2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 779: Establishing a Dao for the Yellow Court
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 05.01 - Gold
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 075: Essence Genesis Returns, Six Paths Departs!
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 165.1: Battlefield Map
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 47: The Dyeing Plan
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 418.1: Secrets - Part 1
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 251.1: True Ancestor's Blood Addiction, Late Night Rendezvous with the Wolf Queen (1)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 46: Threat After Threat
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 763- Begin part 1
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 901 - Pseudo-Apex Powers' Wealth
After being unconscious for several hours, Ma Lao-er finally woke up. After Qin Yu fed him some water, he turned to Uncle Ma and said, “I’ll leave you two be. I need to make some preparations.”
“Alright.” Old Ma nodded.
Qin Yu walked out of the room and closed the door shut before shouting, “Old Cat, Guan Qi, follow me upstairs. We’ll be taking a look at how we should proceed on.”
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Inside the room.
Old Ma sat by the side of the bed with his head lowered, not saying a word at all.
Ma Lao-er stared dazedly at the ceiling before asking with a raspy voice, “How is Zishu?”
“He’s fine,” Old Ma replied lightly.
Ma Lao-er closed his eyes. His lips trembled as he spoke on shakily, “Uncle, I was wrong… Zishu advised me before I took action, but I didn’t listen… In the end, Little Liu died, and we didn’t even manage to get Maozi’s body back… I… I really deserve to die!”
Under the dim lighting, for some reason, Old Ma’s arched figure looked particularly reliable. With a steady voice, he said, “Lao-er, there were three brothers in my generation, and I was the youngest. When we first entered Special District 9, we had nothing at all. So, your father took my second brother to steal the rations of others and dabble in all sorts of things so long as it brought food to the table. I was still young and immature then, and I lived my life off them. I spent my days doing nothing but to eat, shit, and fool around with women.”
Ma Lao-er listened to Old Ma’s story quietly.
“On the fourth year that Songjiang officially distributed permanent residency rights to outsiders, my second brother suddenly became severely ill. We had no savings at home then… Your father panicked, so he brought a few brothers to raid the cargo truck that sends rations from Fengbei to Songjiang. That night, your second uncle didn’t sleep a wink at all, but I didn’t feel a thing at all. I spent the night playing cards with others in Dirt Street.”
Old Ma paused here for a moment as his eyes reddened a little. “The following morning, someone ran over and told me that
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