
Evolving from a Hamster
从仓鼠开始进化
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 1.5M Words
- Genre
- Urban Romance
- Subgenre
- Urban Life
- Updated
- 6y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
1.2kChapters
21.5MReads
32.3kFlowers
10.0Score
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The first floor is full of teenage madness, the second floor is hard, the third floor is itchy, the fourth floor is swollen and horny, and the fifth floor is stripping off clothes. In order to retaliate for wearing a sexy buttocks outfit on the sixth floor, I cum on the seventh floor, with a face full of juice. The chest is hot on the eighth floor, and the kidneys are super strong on the ninth floor. I wish I could be on the tenth floor, so don't hesitate. Holding the stem and going straight in, he overthrew the eleventh man. The whip on the twelfth floor was like a spear. He looked down and saw the thirteenth mother."
I am a Shennong who has tried hundreds of things in the world without dying. I am invincible and lonely. When I encounter this book now, I feel that my opportunity lies in it. Onlookers said: This book is extremely poisonous and will kill anyone who touches it. I snorted coldly: Hum, I am a divine farmer, invulnerable to all poisons, and I am possessed by Brother Chun. How can you understand my realm? When I conquer this book, I will lead you to ripple in it. Yang. Yang. Yang. Shennong died
In the previous chapter, I was already a Mahayana person, and I couldn't speak. Later, I wrote about having a food festival, so why did I become a Nascent Soul? And he can speak! The more I practice, the more I go back?
If you are not talented, I have a poem to send you. The sand wall is missing by the sky, and the dusk and dawn are quiet. The paintings are inlaid squarely, and the cocktail parties are full of shrimps. The poem smiles and lifts the sword, and the bird strides swiftly. In spring, there is white mist, and square ditches are opened in the fields. If the fragrance is not penetrated by the mud, it will be covered by numbness when lying down.
In Chapter 38, I am really unhappy with the author. Things like the system can be predicted. I hate this kind of prophetic writing the most! Carrying the essence, this! The novel is sloppy, extremely poisonous, extremely poisonous! It's so poisonous that the author can't even recognize the human form, and it's so poisonous that all die-hard fans turn into roundworms
I was struck by the author's mind-melting skills. After reading a few pictures, I needed to go back to kindergarten for further studies!!
With tens of thousands of kilograms of power, hitting a cat can turn it into blood mist, right?
More than forty photos will be put on the shelves. If you don't supervise who will supervise you?
The author has faked the corpse so many times that I have become numb.
Author ZZ, can drinking sea water quench your thirst?