Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
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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