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

Mimi, hovering on the brink of death, wanted to see the person speaking before her.


However, her eyes had been burnt out more than ten seconds ago, and she couldn't see anyone at all.


Mimi applied her Spirituality in what she thought was a very rough manner.


The next moment, the figure of a tall man appeared in her vision.


Extremely rugged in appearance, with golden hair drifting freely, and a body so robust that even a cat would feel it powerful and vigorous.


Of course, these details were not important.


What was important was that under the observation of Spirituality, the man's body was like a bundle of fiery flames, pulsating and filled with brilliance.


Chapter 598: Mimi's Gratitude!