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
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
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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