Uncle Jiu: My Backstage Is Grandmaster

九叔:我的后台是祖师爷

by June Frost Tea (六月霜茶)

Status
Ongoing
Length
614k Words
Genre
Mystery
Audience
Male
Updated
1y ago
Source
Fanqie
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80Reads
6.4Score
277Chapters
17Listens
205.6kReads · all time

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