
Due to White Snake
by Qin Taixu
About This Novel
Love blossoms at first sight under an umbrella, and deep affection is locked under a temple. A lonely boat is like a mist, and a hole in the universe is like a thousand souls. Originating from the secret realm of the East, love determines the past and present life. Even if there is no mercy between humans and monsters, there is still love between you and me. I'll be back, wait for me.
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Official(1)Scraped 19d ago
I really couldn't watch half of it.
I wrote it too fast, basically a dozen or so pictures would be enough to finish the world. And the Red Lotus Mark you mentioned, what else can it do besides time travel? And what about time travel? You didn't write clearly. Just crossed over directly. What else do you do when you travel to other worlds besides picking up beauties? Don't tell me that the Red Lotus Seal has no other use than to travel through time to collect beauty. Then why are you still writing this Red Lotus Seal? Simply adding a harem. I can't quite understand it. Also, don't write so many explanations in writing later. There aren't many people here, this is an online novel. Just read the novel for fun. You write so many profound things, who will read them?
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Official(1)Scraped 19d ago
I really couldn't watch half of it.
I wrote it too fast, basically a dozen or so pictures would be enough to finish the world. And the Red Lotus Mark you mentioned, what else can it do besides time travel? And what about time travel? You didn't write clearly. Just crossed over directly. What else do you do when you travel to other worlds besides picking up beauties? Don't tell me that the Red Lotus Seal has no other use than to travel through time to collect beauty. Then why are you still writing this Red Lotus Seal? Simply adding a harem. I can't quite understand it. Also, don't write so many explanations in writing later. There aren't many people here, this is an online novel. Just read the novel for fun. You write so many profound things, who will read them?









