Orluros
Stories
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2.0 M
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Reading
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“Peh!” Nie Qianyu couldn’t help but spit again, but her usually calm little face was already flushed red. Zhang Xiaohua walked out of the house, mounted the Sibu Xiang, patted Huanhuan’s bald horn, and was about to set out. But when he looked at the sky, he couldn’t help but frown deeply and jumped down again. Nie Qianyu happened to walk to the door and couldn’t help but ask: “Big Brother Ren, you… why aren’t you going out?” Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: “Sigh, I’ve been…-
1.2 M • Ongoing
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Seeing that Nie Qianyu was also blushing shyly, Zhang Xiaohua dared not say anything more. He hurriedly raised Little Orange in his hand and said anxiously: “I’ve brought Little Orange back.” “How is Little Orange? Why are you still holding her? Don’t tell me she’s injured?” Hearing Zhang Xiaohua say this, Nie Qianyu also cast her shyness aside and looked anxiously at Little Orange. Zhang Xiaohua gave a bitter smile and said: “Can I put Little Orange inside the house…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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After severely injuring Steward Qi, Zhang Xiaohua no longer struck out and instead darted toward another area. As for the government soldiers who had just been miserably bullied by Steward Qi, how could they possibly let such a golden opportunity slip by? With a great uproar, they rushed up together and hacked him down to the ground. In just over a dozen flashes and shifts, Zhang Xiaohua had already brought down all the most skilled members of the gang. Behind him, a group of government soldiers who…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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“Many thanks to you, sir, for your understanding. This way, I can give an account to His Highness the Crown Prince.” “This is a piece that His Majesty cherished deeply in his youth. His Highness, with his benevolence and filial heart, sought it out many times. Upon learning that the essay was in your possession, he sent me here to trouble you.” The young man clad in black robes was exceedingly courteous and well-mannered. His words carried warmth and ease. One could not tell that his…-
473.0 K • Ongoing
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“Sir, might you be Master Wuhuo?” Qi Wuhuo lifted his gaze ever so slightly. That title—he had not heard it in many years. No, to be more precise, in this era, there was scarcely anyone who would still call him “Master”, A multitude of thoughts flashed through the young Daoist’s mind, and in the end, his attention settled on the young Junwang before him—and the elder sister who, by all rights according to the path of history, should have perished. The sister who was supposed to have…
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473.0 K • Ongoing
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Hearing the group making their way up the mountain, Lu Liangsheng cast a glance out of the corner of his eye but did not pay them any attention. His palm pressed against the sword’s pommel, the spiritual essence he was channeling surging ceaselessly, colliding again and again as it was tempered with the characters “Wind”, “Forest”, “Fire”, and “Mountain” engraved above. Dust motes around the sword formation were stirred up in concentric rings, spinning into a circular vortex. The sight…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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The dense stars adorned the night sky, blinking one after another. Th-three… three monsters were just slaughtered like that? Min Yuerou sat in one corner of the drying yard together with seven guards. She watched the large iron pot boiling vigorously. Several women gripped their spatulas and flipped the contents up and down. The chopped chunks of centipede flesh gave off sizzling crackles as they were fried, waves of fragrance spreading through the air. “Ugh—” The young woman covered…
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409.5 K • Ongoing
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In the underground hall, the flickering light of the torches cast shadows that danced across the walls. Countless coffins were scattered about in disarray. In one corner of the hall, Zhang Xiaohua stood silently. He was indeed exhausted—not physically, but mentally and emotionally drained. Casting his gaze around the somewhat chaotic hall, Zhang Xiaohua walked over to where Little Orange lay. Although the underground chamber had no view of the outside, Zhang Xiaohua could clearly sense that it was not…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Zhang Xiaohua waved his right hand, and a faintly red object shot towards the old man like an arrow. The old man had already raised his vigilance a hundredfold, fearing Zhang Xiaohua might have some unexpected tricks. Although the dagger in his hand was thrust toward Zhang Xiaohua, he hadn’t used his full strength—his attack was half-real, half-feigned, waiting to see how Zhang Xiaohua would respond. At this moment, seeing Zhang Xiaohua actually choose to throw a hidden weapon, the old man…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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It must be said, this old man’s internal energy had already reached its peak. His entire body was shrouded in inner force; although he could not extend his senses as far as Zhang Xiaohua’s divine sense, he could still distinguish all movements in his immediate vicinity. As Zhang Xiaohua’s flying sword, along with his body, was about to pierce the old man’s forehead, at this critical moment, the old man took a desperate risk. He used his internal energy to lock onto the small sword and, daringly,…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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