Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
The disciples of the Green Moth Palace had a distinct regional style of dressing that made them easily recognizable. One was lying quietly, while another was lying noisily.
They all shared the common characteristic of having their facial features facing downward and their backs facing upward.
Additionally, there was a girl near the scene who was suspected of being the assailant. Her hands were tucked into her sleeves, and she stood silently under a winter plum tree without uttering a word.
Nan Qi quickly approached Ah Zhuo to confirm that, although she was unconscious, she was still breathing. This eased some of his concerns.
He then dispatched subordinates to contact others from the Green Moth Palace and reached out to his superiors for assistance.
Turning to Meng Jintang, who had arrived at the scene before them, Nan Qi said, "Miss, the situation unfolded suddenly. I need you to remove your hood from your head."
His request was aimed at confirming the identity of the person. As he spoke, there was some apprehension in his heart—what if this girl, who was suspected of being the assailant, had some habit of never revealing her face in front of strangers?
After resolving the matter, Nan Qi might have to consider whether to gouge out his own eyes, depending on the prestige of Nanjia Fort.
Meng Jintang had been wearing a hood outside primarily to avoid being rude when coughing, so she didn't mind revealing her face. Following the request of the host here, she raised her hand and removed her hood.
When she looked over, everyone felt as if they had locked eyes with her for a moment.
The winter sunlight sprinkled down coldly.
The snowfall intensified.
To the point where only the color of snow remained in the world, and all other hues melted into the vast expanse of pale whiteness.
The faint fragrance seemed to solidify in the air, and the withered branches resembled distant mountain rocks against the sky, meandering and slanting.
These branches had not yet sprouted new leaves, but clusters of small flowers,
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