
My Older Sister Is Watashe, the One Who Took Over My Body
我的姐姐是渡我被身子
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 280k Words
- Genre
- Fanfiction
- Subgenre
- Anime Fanfiction
- Updated
- 5y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
170Chapters
5.9MReads
33.8kFlowers
10.0Score
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Do you want to add Cousin: My Wife Yuno?
Let me reiterate, I'm not a bastard. I don't know what the ones that can only charge a minimum of 30 yuan are like, but my mobile phone can be recharged for 10 yuan, so I only recharged 20 yuan. I have to send you screenshots to make you believe it, right?
I don't know how you think you are a yandere, but my girlfriend is probably a yandere, but it's not that serious. She just said, "If you want to leave me, I will cripple you so that you will only rely on me!" Or something like that!
Sure enough, your love for a yandere and the yandere's love for you are two different things.
You finally have a completed yandere novel, and it makes me sad.
I don't know how to pronounce the title of this book?
This is the first time I charge money to read a novel in Feilu. Come on, author.
Drifting by, burning paper, lighting wax, lighting incense, no movement Pour wine, pay tribute, set off cannons, smash monuments, no response Digging graves, digging graves, opening coffins, flogging corpses, losing temper Set fire, burn corpses, poke bones, raise ashes, try again Setting up the table, drawing talismans, performing martial arts, thundering, no deception The magic bell, the wooden sword, the villain, recite the incantation, and then summon the soul. Cry, wail, wail, beat the ground. The author is dead and the poor man is helpless
I feel the same way, deeply poisoned by DingTalk
I am still writing about insulting China? OK.