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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
I pushed open the door, and tears started to roll down my face.
I seldom cried. When Wu Miao and mother were still alive, they never saw me crying.
With two women behind me and an uncertain future facing our household, I had to be strong as a man. I had to work hard to let them and myself have a good life.
The room was very bright, with the sun rays refracting into a rainbow of colors when they hit the window. She was still wearing that shirt, and her face still looked pretty; she had always cared about her appearance. Sitting in front of the desk, she was reading one of Tan Jiao’s novels. When she saw me, she immediately tossed it aside and said, “Brother, it’s morning, and I’ve completed all my homework.”
I never knew where she hid them, her stash of Tan Jiao’s novels. She was always good at hiding stuff, a smart girl.
Yet, on the 5th of August, she was unable to avoid that person?
My memory of her, the image that had been seared into my brain, was the unrecognisable bucket of flesh that had been stored in a freezer.
I walked over to her.
Probably because my expression was too scary, Wu Miao gradually became frightened. Before she could run away though, I already had her in my arms.
Wu Miao, my dear sister.
Tears were rolling down my face. Am I holding her too tightly?
Soon, Wu Miao started panicking. She struggled and held up my head and asked, “Brother, what’s wrong? What happened?” I could not respond. When I saw her pretty face, I smiled again. Seeing this, Wu Miao started to cry as well and said, “Brother, don’t be like that. Stop crying!”
After hugging her for quite some time, my heart finally calmed down. A sense of confidence and strength ran through my veins, and I knew what I needed to do next. It was clear to me that this was a gift from God, and I had to cherish it. I took out my phone and called my mother.
When I heard my mother’s gentle and caring voice, I began to cry again. Wu Miao was shocked and could only stare at the rarely emotional me. Mother felt that something was wrong as well and asked, “Ah Yu, is so
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