“Honey, I’m sick. Maldeamores. Please help!”
“Someone come here and help him. Your lord is sick. Bring him some silver needles!”
“Silver needles won’t work. Only you can cure me my dear. I’m lying on bed already.”
Please update more chapters I can’t wait any more
Very interestinh pls continue the nobel
The fro Paris to thing keeps reminding me of pasta so I just call her lol I pasta from now on
The best novel everrrrrrrr
Thank you sooooooo much for this novel guys
Keep up the good work
Lol it would be funny if the slime turned into a bubble slime because of the cola.
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