At the Main Gate.
The atmosphere was eerie.
The brown-haired elder looked at Zhu Dayou, who was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic, his whole body trembling like a sieve. A trace of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes.
Then he grinned, revealing a smile with an unclear meaning:
Urban / Drama
Mature / Drama
Sci-fi / Mature
LitRPG / Adventure
LitRPG / Sci-fi
LitRPG / Sci-fi
Urban / Comedy
Urban / Drama
LitRPG / Xuanhuan
LitRPG / Urban
Xianxia / Comedy
Xianxia / Drama