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

The angry 'Death Poetry Society' member was startled, then immediately left the Exquisite Human Puppet and returned to themselves to check their surroundings.


The whole process was completed in an instant.


About 20 meters below his feet, the Death Qi had just shown a slight disturbance.


Such a disturbance was imperceptible to most people.


Even members of the 'Death Poetry Society' would hardly notice it.


But for Arthur, who possessed the Talent 'Breath of Death' and had always been extremely restrained in absorbing 'Death Qi', it was all too clear, as clear as someone scratching the sole of your foot.


At once, the rats searching underground found their direction and began to dig frantically towards it.


The 'Death Poetry Society' member was both shocked and angry.


Chapter 391: Ten Bets Nine Cheats, One Swindler!