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Death Scripture

Born into a wealthy family, Gu Shenwei was spoiled and carefree. However, at the age of 14, his entire family were brutally murdered, and he was caught by some bandits who sold him into slavery. As a slave boy, he entered Golden Roc Fort by chance and found the man who had slaughtered his family. He endured insults and worked hard to improve his kung fu while working as a slave boy. He learned from and plotted against his enemy under the enemy’s nose. He became increasingly ambitious as he became more and more powerful. He would only be satisfied if he completely destroyed his enemy—by fair means or foul. Gradually his bitter experience turned him into a totally different person. This is a kung fu fiction that is full of mysteries and surprises. This is a story dealing with love, betrayals and distances. This is the journey of an ordinary boy who, against all odds, fought against formidable foes. This is a tale regarding a person who felt abandoned by the world made unremitting efforts to create a new world of his own, in which he was alone.

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971 Chs

Whipping Out a Saber

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

Duodun felt the pain of betrayal. All of his companions and generals were pretending as if they hadn't heard anything. As the only one whose name had just been called out, Liman was as embarrassed as if he had just accidentally knocked a brazier over.

"Guards," Duodun commanded as he tried to keep his voice calm. "Take the Second Consort to her tent. She's not allowed to leave without my permission."

The guards at the doorway looked at one another, but none of them moved until the look in the prince's eyes turned severe and angry. Finally, four guards walked in front of the Second Consort and bowed respectfully.

The Second Consort didn't try to resist. As she walked past Duodun, she shook her head at him with a smile. "Silly kid." Then she said to Liman, "Only you can save His Highness."

Liman felt even more awkward after hearing her words. Among all of Duodun's companions, his head was lowered the most, and he didn't dare to say a single word in return.