
Holy Soul Star
by Memories That Cannot Be Brought Back
About This Novel
[Jiyuan·Three Lives Three Worlds] Series One: The man in black, the strange birthmark, the calamity stone and the common people, the little Gu Chen bears a huge mission; the girl in white, strange abilities, the jade flute and all things, the life history of Murong Ziyu. Kunlun Taixu, Bagua Taiji, sacred and demonic souls, the ultimate of Holy Spirit tokens; wood and water and fire, earth and wind and thunder, divine light and charm, the ultimate source of splendor. The origin of search, the key to summoning, the sacrifice of protection, the emptiness of pain, all in order to return the world to its original appearance. The journey of love and redemption begins with Jiyuan.
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Official(3)Scraped 4d ago
Looks good, come on
Have a good rest and keep up the good work
Come on, come on, do your best
Make sure you take a good rest
The so-called perfect person is a person who is broad-minded, full of dedication and sacrifice, and vows to work hard for the happiness of all mankind.
Life is a beautiful and winding path, with beautiful flowers, butterflies, and numerous fruits on the roadside, but we rarely stop to watch or chew it. We only single-mindedly long to reach the more beautiful and open road in our imagination. However, on the way forward, the shadows of the trees gradually became desolate, the flowers and butterflies disappeared, and the fruits disappeared, and finally I found that I had reached a desert.
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Community(0)
Official(3)Scraped 4d ago
Looks good, come on
Have a good rest and keep up the good work
Come on, come on, do your best
Make sure you take a good rest
The so-called perfect person is a person who is broad-minded, full of dedication and sacrifice, and vows to work hard for the happiness of all mankind.
Life is a beautiful and winding path, with beautiful flowers, butterflies, and numerous fruits on the roadside, but we rarely stop to watch or chew it. We only single-mindedly long to reach the more beautiful and open road in our imagination. However, on the way forward, the shadows of the trees gradually became desolate, the flowers and butterflies disappeared, and the fruits disappeared, and finally I found that I had reached a desert.









