Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
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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