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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
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
I was fairly surprised when I saw the two of them here. Then again, no one else would do this.
The afternoon sky was grey, and the Chengs had settled down for this cold day. With a coat draped over his shoulder and a shirt that was not completely buttoned up, Zheng Zhiwei came up the stairs with one hand holding the rails. Looking obviously upset, he turned and fixed his gaze on Tan Jiao and I.
Cheng Baozhu was behind him. Wearing a sweater and a dress, her hair was a mess, and her face was glowing red. She looked down and seemed very embarrassed.
The four of us stood there in that cramped shed. In the end, Zheng Zhiwei put on a smile and said, “Why have the two of you come here?” He took a glance at Cheng Baozhu and continued, “I thought no one would come here during the afternoon.”
“Professor Cheng asked me to help with some plumbing issues, so I came to grab a wrench.” I had no plans of telling him the truth. Fortunately, Tan Jiao picked up on that and said nothing.
I did not really like people like Zheng Zhiwei. Arrogant and pretentious.
“Oh… I thought the two of you were looking for somewhere like this,” Zheng Zhiwei said in a joking tone.
My brows had knitted but Tan Jiao, who was standing behind me, asked, “Mr. Zheng, what do you mean? Why would we look for a place like this?”
In the past, I had flipped through the novels Wu Miao read. Thinking that Tan Jiao must know very well what he meant, I could not help but let out a chuckle.
However, Zheng Zhiwei did not get angry at Tan Jiao's indifferent retort, merely smiling at her.
Cheng Baozhu, who had been silent the whole time, spoke out at that moment, “I’ll go back to my room.”
Grabbing her by the arm, Zheng Zhiwei said lovingly, “Don’t be mad. It’s all my fault.”
Then he turned to us. “Look for whatever you’re looking for. But remember to keep this a secret.”
After receiving an affirmative nod from me, Zheng Zhiwei placed his arm around Cheng Baozhu and left.
“Are we… still going down the basement? I mean… they were just there...it wouldn’t be…” Tan Jiao as
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