
Even After I Transmigrate into a Femboy, I Still Have to Draw Manga
穿越成伪娘也要画漫画
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- Ongoing
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- 1.4M Words
- Genre
- Urban Youth
- Updated
- 3y ago
- English
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Author, please update soon! May the author's soul return... 𓀃𓀅𓀇𓀋𓀌 O soul, return... I urge on the long whip and rein in the six reins... 𓀌𓀎𓀠𓀤𓀫 O soul, return... I sing as I cross the mountains... Return... O soul, return... 𓀋𓀌𓀎𓀙𓀠 O soul, return! Sing a triumphant song and triumph! We await our comrades to give their all! 𓀋𓀠𓀤𓀥𓀫 O soul, return... O soul, return... 𓀋𓀌𓀎𓀙𓀠𓀤𓀥𓀫𓀃𓀅𓀇𓀋𓀌𓀀𓀁𓀃𓀅𓀇𓀋𓀌 𓀃𓀅𓀇 O author, may your spirit return! Beacon fires blaze in the South Sea, black armor obscures the sky. Thunder chariots cleave the vast ocean, light chases the comet's tail! 𓀌𓀎𓀠 O author, may your spirit return! Looking back from the icy peaks, the golden clapper and frosty moon. Shooting the Heavenly Wolf in the northern wilderness, the arrow's whistle echoes like a lament! 𓀋𓀌𓀎 Author, may your soul return! The western sands surge and choke, the bronze goblet burns in the night. Treading on tortoise shells...
Offering incense in remembrance
What a pity, let's offer incense.
I visited the grave and offered incense. I wonder if the author is still doing well; this novel accompanied me through junior and senior high school.
Tomb sweeping, tomb sweeping
Offering incense—the first novel in my life that I can't stop reading.
Has the author not returned yet? 😭 It's been seven years since I first saw this book 😭 It's like my youth, waiting from middle school to university 😭
26 years have passed. #(Tears)
Going to the grave, going to the grave
Tomb sweeping, tomb sweeping