Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1178- Shocking appearance: Luther People
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
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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