Rusty Dragon

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!"

They all call me Great Master

When Marinda left, she almost set No. 2 Cork Street on fire.


Arthur, who dodged a final shady kick upon her departure, clicked his tongue and turned to pick up his cat.


Daddy will tell you a story, once upon a time there was a mountain, and atop that mountain, there was a temple where an old father would tell stories to a little kitty, about how the women down the mountain are tigers!


Hey, women are tigers, you must be careful!"


Arthur, holding his cat, returned to No. 2 Cork Street.


Only after the door closed did the young 'Spirit Medium' sigh in his heart.


Not only do I have to plan my own schemes, but I also need to take into account the psychological state of my partners, fearing that any little mistake might lead to a complete failure.


"Pan, you must not let down your old father, okay?"


Chapter 354: The Swordsmanship Competition Begins!