Super Righteous Player

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky. Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist. Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody. Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell. Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly— "Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you." Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Not praying for ten strings · ACG

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Chapter 262 Fixed Team_1

Annan and Xitan Pulan logged off last night at two in the morning.

It was time to sleep, yet they felt wide awake...

As if they had just taken a nap at noon.

And that was indeed the case.

They hadn't been playing the game for long—aside from Annan, the others had logged on after dinner.

By the time they logged off, it had been just about seven or eight hours.

"You don't need to prepare to sleep now, you've already slept enough... Sleeping more would give you a headache."

Lin Yiyi answered languidly, "The foggy continent can completely replace sleep."

She stretched lazily and then collapsed back on the bed without any grace.

She spread her body in all directions on the bed and murmured while looking at the ceiling, "Ah, I'm a little hungry... I want some meat..."

"Kiddo, if you want to eat, eat, would two pounds be enough?"

Jiu'er instantly replied, "If it's not enough, add more!"

"Then I'd get fat and die!"

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