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DaoistZombieTan5mthCommentedCh 258 There will always be a discrepancy between people with different timeframe- DaoistZombieTan5mthCommented
po-po-po-pokerface~
Poker face, Val, poker face. - DaoistZombieTan5mthCommented
it must be pancakes with nutella inside....
The excitement in his heart that had been a small tinge now expanded and overwhelmed him. Now, how should he style his Inn. What kinds of incredible scenes will he bring out for his guests from across the universe in his establishment, and most importantly, will there be pancakes? - DaoistZombieTan5mthCommented
i guess, he'll be like a sir. it's a matter of time.
With a thought he withdrew his monocle and appreciated it closely. At a glance there was nothing magical about it, a thin gold rim with a small loop on the side through which a petite gold chain was passed. After looking at it for a while he put it on over his left eye. - DaoistZombieTan5mthCommentedCh 40 It’s not as easy as I thought, being greedy
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that's a death flag, son
'I wish everything stays this way... forever.' - DaoistZombieTan5mthCommented
The story is okay so far, but umm... if you accept constructive criticism, maybe level up your vocabulary? You use the word 'gentle' to describe almost everything in this first chapter, Author-sama. And likening something to be like background music only worked well the first time. I don't know if this is the case, but if English isn't your first language, don't worry, you can still look up synonyms and such online. I'm looking forward to read your story though! Keep at it!
Ch 1 End of misery - DaoistZombieTan6mthCommented
Is he a zombie now? OvO
A sleepless night later, their son woke up. - DaoistZombieTan6mthCommented
Called it!
With a sigh, he glanced at it. "Hey little fellow, do you have an owner," he searched for any signs and he noticed a small metal ring on its leg. It said subject 0. "Subject!!! Were they testing on you? My poor little rat." he gently caressed its head. - DaoistZombieTan6mthCommented
La Trexa has the zombie virus, right? right?
Zou secretly chuckled. "You cutie," he poked it belly. Right then, something strange caught his eyes. He gently held the rat's forepaws and glanced at its chubby belly. A small white mark in the shape of a heart stood out to him. "Oh my god, even your marking is similar to la Trexa!!!" - DaoistZombieTan6mthCommented
I'm not crying, you are crying!
And he crouched down. In silent. In tears. - DaoistZombieTan6mthCommentedCh 123 Chapter 122
- DaoistZombieTan9mthCommentedCh 87 Chapter 85
- DaoistZombieTan1yrCommented"Oh, is that so? I can say the same for you." Albion responded nonchalantly before adding, "I don't know what your problem is, but don't you think you are barking up the wrong tree? If you stop pestering me now, that would be the end of it. I will not look for you, and I will not pursue you. However, if you don't, I will look for you. I will find you. And I will kill you. Capisce?"
- DaoistZombieTan1yrCommented
Dio meme avenged by instakill
Before anyone could react, the person was slapped into oblivion. His head flew and drew an arc in the sky before dropping and rolling by Reagan Declan's feet—whether by Albion's intention or not. - DaoistZombieTan1yrCommented
yeah, it was the Author
He followed Klein Seymour back to the white car, which he later found out to be called a Civic Adnoh. He silently swore that someone really did went back in time and cast an inverse spell—Ahem, messed with the name. - DaoistZombieTan1yrCommented
this senior luo strikes me as one of those normal looking harem protagonists who are nice to everyone they meet, and then get accused of being a pervert and get beaten up by the women around them....
Seeing Senior Luo caring for Estelle and defending her, Sara felt bitterness and jealousy burning inside. - DaoistZombieTan1yrCommented
Anya, is it?
The second daughter of Klein Seymour was called Anya Seymour. She was a beautiful 18-year-old girl with long blonde hair with twin ponytails hanging from the neck down; the ponytail style was known as the clinger.