He Clings to Me Every Night - Chapter 942

The world is in chaos, and evil spirits appear everywhere, causing chaos in the world and poisoning the people.

The imperial court set up a special department for subduing demons, recruiting strange people, Buddhist monks and monks from all over the world to work together to slay demons and subdue demons.

Ning Xiu was reborn with a proficiency panel and practiced martial arts exercises hard, just to have the power to slay demons in this world of demons, suppress the universe, and protect the peace and prosperity of the human race.

[Tianwang King Kong Gong: Twenty Layers (99999/99999)] The blood is like a furnace, burning the river to boil the sea

[Dragon and Elephant Prajna: Eighteenth Floor (81111/88888)] Raise the peaks with both arms and move the mountains to remove the ridges

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Ning Xiu: “My strength is all based on hard work every day, rain or shine.”

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“It’s finally here,” said the man with the sword in an echoing whisper.

“The Tower of Choice, the last 100 floors!” the band of five exclaimed in unison.

Angelica came down from the altar with a dull look, seemingly annoying.

Then we looked around.

“I tell you once again, but you’ve had a lot of trouble in the meantime. I couldn’t have climbed to the 100th floor alone without you.”

Thud!

One by one, they fall to the floor.

Angelica’s dagger pierced my neck, and I felt a darkening in front of my eyes with a tumultuous rage. My awareness faded, from my senses, from everything else. After that, everything was eroded by profound darkness.

She was dressed in white, with a mysterious orchid imprint on her forehead, her skin like jade is always covered with a veil. Since childhood, she had left her parents due to her special status and lived her life with her master in the clouds. She was not yet ten when her medicinal skills were renowned in the world. In order to save the people, she descended the mountains, however, she encountered a storm on the way to the epidemic area. The man who saved her would tease her for enjoyment, little did they know…

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”