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310 我 Is My Style of Painting in the World of Cultivation Not Quite Right? AAA LoserAncient Romance246k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Protagonist: Lu Zhaoli, Xiao Jin, group portrait + heroine + cultivation system + sand sculpture - the sharpest sword in the world, rusted for thousands of years, just waiting for you to hold it. "Han Yuan Orphan" Lu Zhaoli grew up foraging in the wind and snow of Beiming Pole, and picked up a rusty sword as a weapon. • When she was forced to embark on the path of cultivation - the genius of the Qinglan Sect regarded her as a "human-shaped world-purifying talisman" and wanted to extract her bones to make elixirs; Finally, he stood in the center of the Jiuchen Sword Formation and chuckled to the immortals and demons in the sky: "Who said the savior can't be me?" • The hottest headlines in the world of cultivation | A certain swordsman: "She chopped up wolf meat with the ancient divine sword!" A certain alchemy cultivator: "She fed my master's nine-turn golden elixir to a rabbit!" This article is interesting. The anti-routine heroine / High IQ Shura Field / The world view of the dark world / The noisiest weapon in history "Jinglingwei Experimental Subject No. 3007 Passed the acceptance test."

311 难 Difficult: He Lured Her into His Arms Mr. Seven Who Loves to Eat the MoonModern Romance189k WordsOngoing 1Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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[Shuangqiang crazy criticism | She ran away from him | Double waistcoat | Top-level mutual tearing] [Crazy criticism perfumer "Huo Chengzhou is secretly happy - he loves forced criticism." As an illegitimate daughter, Gu Zhaoxue was abused and trampled on - now that the leader of the Duan family suddenly died, those wolves pushed her into the abyss of eternal destruction. Their wishful thinking is - Gu Zhaoxue marries the eccentric and dank Huo Chengzhou and sacrifices his lifelong happiness? However, that night when the phantom pain occurred, she was kissed until her legs went weak. This man is an upstart in the world of cutting-edge medical investment during the day, but at night he is the living king of hell who traps canaries. She fell into his cedar-scented arms again and again, and dug out a meticulous report from his safe: "Severe PTSD accompanied by phantom pain, pathological dependence on specific fragrances." "Madam, do you smell the truth? Do you think of me?" It turns out that every time she pounces on him with phantom pain, it is his carefully designed fragrance trap... - The salvation they thought was morbid attachment - However, they are willing to sink and enjoy it [almost crying]