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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
After unlocking the door with the key, a faint aroma rushed forward.
Xing Mo turned on the lights, and a small apartment presented itself in front of her, with neatly arranged furnishings, as if the owner had just left.
She placed Aria on a sofa, covered her with a blanket, and then summoned a courier and wrote a letter to her mentor, informing him about what happened tonight.
Throughout the entire process, Xing Mo didn't say a word.
After arriving at Miriam's apartment, she felt as if breathing has become a chore.
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Aurora gazed at Xing Mo's back, who looked like a kitten wandering alone in an alley.
She then looked left and right and saw a picture frame on a desk.
Aurora picked up the picture frame, wiped away the dust with her hand, and saw the picture inside: two girls held a boy on a chair and braided his hair.
The boy, with a helpless look on his face, was obviously Xing Mo; the taller girl, laughing heartily, was Alice. Then there was a blond girl, who covered her mouth with a hand and couldn't help but smile.
"Who is this blond girl?" Aurora turned and asked Xing Mo.
"Miriam, my mentor's daughter, my classmate." Xing Mo replied.
Xing Mo opened the window and looked outside, then stepped back and fastened the curtains.
"Is this her apartment?" Aurora looked around curiously, "She's a meticulous girl."
Xing Mo didn't give a reply.
"She passed away, right?" Aurora asked softly.
"I don't want to talk about her." Xing Mo's voice was cold.
She just finished speaking, when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her neck.
"I can feel your anger, burning hotter than starfire. But you just hold it in."
Aurora leaned against Xing Mo's back, lowered her eyes, and spoke in a low voice: "Why have you suppressed it for so long? Is it because there is no way to take revenge? Because you're powerless?"
"I don't want to talk about her." Xing Mo repeated herself.
"You shouldn't be like this. As I see it, if someone took away your best friend, you should destroy him. Use your fire, inflame your fire, so that
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