Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect - Chapter 303

“Listen, the ancient gods are whispering, He said…they will return eventually!”

According to legend, the rulers of this world should have been those ancient gods, and every death of them was a grand rebirth…

Those who believe in the gods wake up the sleeping gods, light torches in the dark, and burn the world.

My father disappeared because he was investigating the resurrection of a certain god, and his life and death are still unknown.

I panicked, but not totally panicked.

Because the resurrected god is me.

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In childhood, they were neighbors. Xie Zhen always bullied Li Yu.

Who told him to be as beautiful as a girl?

After parting for many years, they met again in the capital. With a tall stature and heroic bearing, he seemed like a completely different person.

Not only that, but his identity had also risen to that of the sixth prince.

Hearing he wanted to marry her, Xie Zhen was almost scared silly:

Σ(っ °Д °;)っ What’s his intention? Taking revenge on her?

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The enchanting and beautiful big brother’s mouth lifted up into a demonic smile, spitting out cruel and sorrowful words. “Take it out, don’t leave an intact corpse!”

The cold second brother with the icy eyes continuously bled alongside the dying and suffering man.

Their eyes were purple and enchanting. They were this world’s devils, banished by the people.

When they gained strength, they retaliated by destroying the heavens and exterminating the earth.

She was a girl who mistakenly entered another world. She’s their salvation and is the only one that must be obtained at all costs.

Overbearingly possessive and absolutely unrestrained indulgent pampering as long as she stayed by their side.

A gentle as jade man, a faint and dedicated guard.

There were those who liked it silent.

What is the type of love?

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Igor had asked him to die for the world. She would ask him to die for her. Problem was, he didn't really like dying, not for a second time, at least.