Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 147: Mother
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 229: New Mission
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 999- Sheikha Saaed's gift (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 269 - Because I’ve Read About The Three Kingdoms
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 67: Almost Fitting
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 530.2: Skeleton Mountain - Part 2
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 179: Fog of Specters
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 998- Sheikha Saeed's gift
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 228: I Am Loved
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 997- Reproducing Wheel
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 146: Exciting
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 869: Immortal Tomb
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 268 - Vision; Earth Knight
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 530: Skeleton Mountain - Part 1
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 178: Falsely Relaying an Imperial Edict
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 996- Poor but want to fake
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 995- Same type monster
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 227: Li San Hospital
Saturday morning, Xing Mo was yawning, wandering through the morning market in the Northern District.
At this time, on this habitual day off, she should be lying in bed, wrapped in a blanket, hugging a pillow... or rather, she should be the one being hugged like a pillow.
So why did she get up so early to go to the market? Of course, it was because of Aurora!
"Young Saintess, hurry up—"
Aurora walked ahead, holding Xing Mo's hand, her rosy cheeks flushed with excitement in the cold morning breeze.
This girl had dragged Xing Mo out of bed early in the morning, saying she had a brilliant idea that she needed Xing Mo's help with.
And so, Xing Mo was dragged along to the morning market.
Xing Mo yawned, pulled herself together, and scanned the stalls in the market.
The morning market was the busiest this time of the day. To ensure the freshness of produce, full-time housewives and servants would come during this period to buy food.
Xing Mo glanced at vegetable stalls, where a multitude of vegetables were neatly arranged in baskets, glistening with dew—most were brought by farmers at the brink of dawn from the suburbs of Academia.
In addition to vegetable stalls, there were also some stalls selling bread: large chunks of rye bread were casually placed in large baskets and sold by weight.
Most of the people buying rye bread at these stalls were relatively poor—the bread at these stalls was coarse, with the cheapest being often just a mush made of mixed grains with low nutritional value.
If you wanted better-tasting white bread, you had to buy it from bakeries. But many residents of the Northern District couldn't afford it.
"..." Xing Mo sighed as she looked at the poor people scrambling for the bread, then asked Aurora: "So, why did we come here this early?"
"Last night I received a lot of faith force." Aurora said seriously, "Many of the workers we rescued yesterday had prayed to me!"
"Isn't that great?" Xing Mo yawned, "So why are we here?"
Aurora's eyes dimmed for a moment: "They were praying to have en
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