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
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
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
Two days later.
In Jinling City.
In a roadside art gallery, the owner was carefully wiping the dust on the counter.
Three girls in school uniforms walked into the gallery, but they weren't interested in the paintings. Instead, they were all pointing and whispering about the gallery owner.
"He's so handsome."
"Where? Just average."
"Average? Then why were your eyes wide open when you walked in?"
The owner smiled and put away the cloth, approaching the girls, "Can I help you with something?"
"No, no, we just want to look around."
"You can continue with your work."
"Alright."
He shrugged and continued cleaning.
A gust of wind blew.
The quill that the owner had placed on the counter fell to the ground. As he bent down to pick it up, a crystal ball on the table rolled off its stand, shattering into eight pieces.
"What happened?"
After thinking for a moment, the owner took a brush and painted his chin with blue paint.
Ding-ding-ding...
Five men in black uniforms entered the gallery. They had a serious look, and their synchronized movements indicated a military background.
The three schoolgirls felt a chill down their spines when they saw the men and quickly left the gallery hand in hand.
"What can I do for you?"
The owner flicked his wrist, secretly pulling out a tarot card from under the table.
"We are special agents from the Dragon Country Strategy Team." Ah Jian stepped forward and pointed a gun at the owner, "Don't move, raise your hands where I can see them."
"Okay, I'll raise them."
"Jin Xin?"
"Yes."
"Raise your hands and walk slowly towards me. Don't try any tricks."
"Can... I ask what you guys are here for?"
"You know very well." Ah Jian waved his hand, "Slowly walk over."
"Ah... I see."
Jin Xin smirked, flipping the tarot card hidden in the back of his hand to his palm.
The five agents immediately became tense.
With quick reflexes, Ah Jian fired a shot through Jin Xin's palm.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Jin Xin turned to look at the tarot card in his hand and couldn't help but c
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