
The Devilish Master of the Unlucky Girl
by Gu Shuirou
About This Novel
Meeting him cost me all the luck in my life. At the beginning of the story, he is the broom star and the devil. Nothing good will happen when you see him. But until there is a dangerous moment, he is always the first one to appear. Gradually, I found that he was already an indispensable part of my life. But when I was about to confess, a man appeared...
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Come on! ! !
Shouren
If you know what you know, you can't keep it. Even if you gain it, you will lose it.
Qijue inscribes photos for female militiamen
The valiant and heroic five-foot gun, the first light of dawn shines on the military training ground The sons and daughters of China are full of ambitions. They don't like red clothes but prefer armed weapons.
Come on, I support you.
. . .
There is no good or disgusting body, there are good and evil actions, knowing good and evil is conscience, and doing good and eliminating evil is qingwu.
Huanxisha and Mr. Liu Yazi
It's hard to see the sky in Chixian during the long night, and hundreds of years of monsters are dancing. Five hundred million people are not reunited. When one sings the rooster, the whole world becomes white, and music from all directions is played in Khotan. The poet is more enthusiastic than ever.
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Community(0)
Official(6)Scraped 11d ago
Come on! ! !
Shouren
If you know what you know, you can't keep it. Even if you gain it, you will lose it.
Qijue inscribes photos for female militiamen
The valiant and heroic five-foot gun, the first light of dawn shines on the military training ground The sons and daughters of China are full of ambitions. They don't like red clothes but prefer armed weapons.
Come on, I support you.
. . .
There is no good or disgusting body, there are good and evil actions, knowing good and evil is conscience, and doing good and eliminating evil is qingwu.
Huanxisha and Mr. Liu Yazi
It's hard to see the sky in Chixian during the long night, and hundreds of years of monsters are dancing. Five hundred million people are not reunited. When one sings the rooster, the whole world becomes white, and music from all directions is played in Khotan. The poet is more enthusiastic than ever.







