Guide to Feeding Snake Sperm Disease

As a bullshit author, I really can't write serious novels, so, my dears, just wait for my bullshit. Also, my dears, although my logic is, well, illogical; my writing, well, I'm covering my face again, my writing is poor; and the plot, it seems that the only thing I can do well is the plot. So, darlings, do you want to get into the trap? !

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It feels like there are really few ducks. What would be a better name for Chu Yan's "little sister"? Or what is the saint going to do when she comes here? Also, what eras do we need to travel through? How many do you want, little cuties, think about it and you can add more. Finally, there really shouldn't be too many rebirths.