
Entertainment: I, the Ancient Song God, Was Chosen by My Mentor at the Beginning
娱乐:古风歌神的我开局被导师相中
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 178k Words
- Genre
- Urban Romance
- Subgenre
- Urban Life
- Audience
- Male
- Updated
- 4y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Stats
86Chapters
1.6MReads
3.8kFlowers
10.0Score
1.1kRewards
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About the book "Entertainment: The Ancient Singer I Was Picked by My Tutor at the Beginning of Coca-Cola and Fried Chicken" 008 Prepare for the next game! (Humble begging for comments!) Chapter review.
Come on, guess the poem. First of all, the keyword "month" doesn't matter. You don't have to worry about beauty. Which of the good poems left behind is not beautiful? The second keyword window. Let me guess one song first, Wang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon on the Fifteenth Night to Send a Letter to Du Langzhong" Crows roost in the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I don't know who is missing my autumn thoughts.