
Qiongyin
by Zi Qiqi
About This Novel
Kyushu is the source of all things. It is divided into three tribes: gods, demons, and humans. The gods regard souls and life as their main body, the demons regard the strongest in the world as their chief, and the human race regards those who are destined by fate as their chief. The Lord of the God Realm is called the King, and those who become the King should take it as their own responsibility to save the people of the world; the Lord of the Demon Realm is called the Lord, and those who respect him should take it as their own responsibility to revitalize the Demon Realm; the leader of the human race is called the King, and those who become the King should take it as their responsibility to revive the world. (Slightly delayed, don't like to enter by mistake)
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About Qianli
He is like a spotless elf, ignorant of the world He will trust others easily He longs for company He longs for family affection He is like a piece of pure white paper, unstained by the afterglow Just because he's simple doesn't mean he's stupid He treats others with sincerity Even if he knows it's a lie He is good to others He is very cruel to himself He hopes that others will value him and that others will love him He never thought that others would really lie to him Really, abandon him But even if he died, he never hated him
I still like you very much
I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the rain falling on the tropics and the polar regions, thousands of miles away I still like you very much, like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea and breathing softly, extremely mad and extremely angry. I still like you very much, like the lonely old city gate where I have been waiting for my old friend for many years. I still like you very much. Like a whale starved of oxygen at a depth of 6,400 meters, I never tire of it. I still like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting I still like you very much, like the yellowed part in the old story, half deaf and half dumb, lost my voice I still like you very much, like the afterglow before sunset, I can't bear to leave I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, Tangli is frying in the snow and it's raining I still like you very much, like snow raging across the earth, boundless I still like you very much, like sunshine filling the sky and earth, gentle and comfortable I still like you very much, like spring grass burning green ridge, no doubt I still like you like a cloud chasing the wind, no matter where you start. I still like you very much, just like the love poem I sent you yesterday unsatisfactory I still like you very much, like chasing the wind alone, alone I still like you very much, like an old opera in the old city, with gentle words I still like you very much, just like waking up from a warm dream, leaving only a sigh I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, crushed into mud I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed I still like you very much, like a rock after the sea ebbs, with nowhere to hide. I still like you very much, like a sleepless night in a red tent on a spring night, still afraid to think of you I still like you very much, like a concave and convex handsome man tripping over the pouring rain, how far can it enter the canal? I still like you very much, but a mute person has thousands of words in his heart that I can't express to you. I still like you very much. Like a hairpin phoenix, I put aside my last stroke and fell in love with you. I still like you very much, like the aroma of wine that has traveled three thousand miles without being drunk. I don't like you anymore, like autumn leaves and withered vines decaying in my hometown, forever.
come on
Unknowingly, it's been more than 70 days. I'm sorry, please update me.
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When will it be updated? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Chongya, Qianli Xiaokeinai!
Come on, come on, come on! ! ! ! ! !
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nice
😷😷😷😷😷😷😷😷,,, it's so good, so good, so good
watery
The water is tender and tender. I haven't even seen it during the Chinese New Year. I really don't have time.
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Qiqi, when will you update? . . . . . . .
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Official(24)Scraped 4d ago
About Qianli
He is like a spotless elf, ignorant of the world He will trust others easily He longs for company He longs for family affection He is like a piece of pure white paper, unstained by the afterglow Just because he's simple doesn't mean he's stupid He treats others with sincerity Even if he knows it's a lie He is good to others He is very cruel to himself He hopes that others will value him and that others will love him He never thought that others would really lie to him Really, abandon him But even if he died, he never hated him
I still like you very much
I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the rain falling on the tropics and the polar regions, thousands of miles away I still like you very much, like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea and breathing softly, extremely mad and extremely angry. I still like you very much, like the lonely old city gate where I have been waiting for my old friend for many years. I still like you very much. Like a whale starved of oxygen at a depth of 6,400 meters, I never tire of it. I still like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting I still like you very much, like the yellowed part in the old story, half deaf and half dumb, lost my voice I still like you very much, like the afterglow before sunset, I can't bear to leave I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, Tangli is frying in the snow and it's raining I still like you very much, like snow raging across the earth, boundless I still like you very much, like sunshine filling the sky and earth, gentle and comfortable I still like you very much, like spring grass burning green ridge, no doubt I still like you like a cloud chasing the wind, no matter where you start. I still like you very much, just like the love poem I sent you yesterday unsatisfactory I still like you very much, like chasing the wind alone, alone I still like you very much, like an old opera in the old city, with gentle words I still like you very much, just like waking up from a warm dream, leaving only a sigh I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, crushed into mud I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed I still like you very much, like a rock after the sea ebbs, with nowhere to hide. I still like you very much, like a sleepless night in a red tent on a spring night, still afraid to think of you I still like you very much, like a concave and convex handsome man tripping over the pouring rain, how far can it enter the canal? I still like you very much, but a mute person has thousands of words in his heart that I can't express to you. I still like you very much. Like a hairpin phoenix, I put aside my last stroke and fell in love with you. I still like you very much, like the aroma of wine that has traveled three thousand miles without being drunk. I don't like you anymore, like autumn leaves and withered vines decaying in my hometown, forever.
come on
Unknowingly, it's been more than 70 days. I'm sorry, please update me.
urge
When will it be updated? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Chongya, Qianli Xiaokeinai!
Come on, come on, come on! ! ! ! ! !
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Water water water water water water
nice
😷😷😷😷😷😷😷😷,,, it's so good, so good, so good
watery
The water is tender and tender. I haven't even seen it during the Chinese New Year. I really don't have time.
reminder
Qiqi, when will you update? . . . . . . .
The title ate
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