
On the Taoist Master's Seventh-Day Memorial, Zhou Jie Exposes Me Summoning Heavenly Thunder
老天师头七,我引天雷被周姐曝光
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- Ongoing
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- 3.3M Words
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- Horror Thriller
- Updated
- 1y ago
- Source
- Faloo
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All-time: Reads, Flowers.
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When you watch others being sucked blood, are you still a Taoist priest?
It's better to find a passerby than an Internet celebrity.
It's just a week, it's not good to choose anyone, choose a wagua with cracked jujubes exposed, any random person on the street will be better than him, or you can just choose one!
There are still weeks in this year, a piece of shit
Your sister Zhou is completely ruined. I suggest you re-open a new book.
Ghosts went to Longhu Mountain to cause trouble? Do you think the ancestors of Longhu Mountain do not exist?
The main character in the book seems to have never seen a woman before. Xu Yourong's master and herself are taking advantage of the main character. They sleep with the main character after meeting him once or twice. The main character in the main character is an idiot. Without a system, he is just a loser. When someone sells him out, he still counts the money. In reality, the author has the same personality as the main character.
Zhou has already exploded... It is estimated that it will be difficult to see Fei Lu in the future. Let's change the title of the book.
Just write an article, it's either this female anchor or that female star. Wouldn't you be able to write if you were away from them?
When I was seven or eight years old, I stared blankly at the air conditioner. My mother worriedly asked me what was wrong. I told her there were two children on the air conditioner. My mother was shocked. We moved soon, and we never saw those two children again until we bought another air conditioner at home. I told my mother that the two children were back again. My mother asked me tremblingly what they looked like. I told my mother that they were called the Haier brothers. . . . .