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I think they're all pretty good. There is also an if line written by myself, a family of 5. The air of Infinite City is filled with blood and tension. Zuhira Inosuke, the "little prince" of the Paradise Cult, was lazily leaning on a vermilion pillar. He was dressed in a luxurious leader's uniform, and his green eyes were full of indifference and arrogance. He was a golden young man, and his pale and slender fingers brushed the broken hair around his ears. The wild boar hood had long since disappeared, revealing a handsome face full of arrogance and impatience. He stared at the group of intruders in front of him - the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps. The indifferent and powerful aura made the members of the Demon Slayer Corps think that he was the second one of the upper swordsmen. They stared at Inosuke warily with the Nichirin sword. "The second sword of the upper swordsman! Die!" A swordsman roared, swung the Nichirin sword and slashed at Inosuke's neck with the force of thunder. Inosuke didn't even bother to move, he just frowned slightly, as if the other party had disturbed his peace. The blade is approaching, and the cold air is biting. At the critical moment, a golden light burst through the sky. "Dang——!" There was a clear and deafening sound of metal collision, and a gorgeous golden folding fan accurately deflected the deadly Sun Blade, spinning and flying back to its owner's hand. Inosuke curled his lips, and his tone was full of annoyance after being disturbed: "Father, why are you here?" Tong Mo's figure appeared like a phantom, he caught the folding fan, with that eternal, compassionate and empty smile on his face. "I'm sorry, Inosuke, I was delayed by a small matter." He glanced at the waiting Demon Slayer Corps, his smile not reaching his eyes, "It seems that there are a few uninvited guests who need to be sent away as soon as possible." The battle, or rather, a one-sided crushing, started in an instant. Tong Mo's blood ghost technique is gorgeous and deadly, the ice lotus blooms, the cold air rages, and the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps are almost powerless to fight back. He won the battle quickly, not because his opponent was strong, but because - "It has to end quickly. Kotonoha is still waiting for me to go to enjoy the flowers together." He whispered to himself, with a gentle tone. Inosuke stood there, watching his father harvest life lightly, but his mother Kotonoha's gentle face in the morning suddenly flashed in his mind. She held his hand and whispered softly: "Inosuke, remember that even small animals must be taken good care of." That voice still lingered in her ears. At this moment, in front of me is the cruel aesthetics that my father unleashed, which freezes human beings and then breaks them into ice crystals. During the day, his mother taught him to value life; at night, his father taught him to end life. Inosuke tilted his head, and a trace of imperceptible confusion flashed through his arrogant eyes in his green eyes. The life of this Paradise Cult is really... Contradictory and natural. The dusk dyed the cornices of Kek Lok Temple lavender, and the heavy red wooden door was gently pushed open by Tong Mo. The bloody scent brought back from Infinite City seemed to be blocked by the invisible barrier at the threshold. The moment Inosuke Zuhira followed his father and stepped into the courtyard, the almost instinctive arrogance and alienation that surrounded him as the "little prince of the Bliss Cult" evaporated as quickly as dew in the sun. He casually threw the dusty wild boar hood on the porch with a childish casualness that could only be seen at home. He opened the shoji door of the inner room, and the warm light mixed with the faint fragrance of tea and sweet cakes hit his face. Her mother, Kotonoha, was kneeling on the tatami, making tea attentively, her side face looking extremely soft under the light. Sitting next to her was Xie Huamei, wearing a bright crimson-colored kimono. Xiaomei was holding a delicate piece of cherry cake at the moment, but instead of eating it herself, she carefully handed it to Kotonoha's lips with an arrogant smile on her face: "Mother, try this, it's just right." This intimate scene obviously stimulated Inosuke. His brows immediately knitted together, and the relaxation he felt just now was gone, like a cat whose territory had been invaded. "Hey!" He walked over in a few steps. When Xie Huamei heard this, the smile on her face instantly turned into undisguised disgust. She put down the cherry cake, turned around gracefully (but with the smell of gunpowder), and looked Inosuke up and down with her beautiful eyes: "I thought it was the little wild boar that was making such a noise. It turned out to be the little wild boar rolling in the mountains. It's covered in dust and the smell of blood, and it's not afraid of smelling like mother." "Who are you talking about, the little wild boar?! You stinky vase with several kilograms of white powder on your face!" "Ha, it's better than your rude wild boar face that can only yell! Ugly!" "You are the ugly one! You are the ugliest person in the entire Kek Lok Temple!" The maid passing by fell silent... Two flawless faces that could be called the masterpieces of the Creator were filled with the most childish hostility at this moment. They argued so loudly that their faces were red and their ears were red. The content was nutritious but full of momentum. Kotonoha looked at the pair of children in front of him who were engaged in a "fight between dragons and tigers" almost every day. He put down the tea spoon helplessly, shook his head gently, and spoke softly but with an unquestionable restraint: "Inosuke, Mei, okay, the tea is getting cold." Tongmo, on the other hand, had been leaning leisurely against the door frame at some point, his colorful eyes filled with genuine smiles, as if he was enjoying a wonderful drama. He was playing with the golden folding fan in his hand, without any intention of stepping forward to fight. Instead, he said to Kotonoha in a rather cheerful tone: "Look at how energetic they are, isn't that great?" At this moment, a slightly hoarse and low voice came from the shadows in the corner: "Xiaomei, pay attention to your manners." It was the prostitute Taro. He was hunched over, like a silent shadow, sitting quietly in an inconspicuous corner, clumsily but seriously mending a Mei kimono in his hands. His reminder was gentle, but it made Xie Huamei's arrogance calm down a little. She curled her lips and glared at Inosuke, but still adjusted her sitting posture a little. Inosuke also snorted, sat down on the other side of Kotonoha, grabbed a piece of tea and stuffed it into his mouth, complaining vaguely: "Father, look at her!" The quarrel seemed to have come to an end for the time being. Kotonoha pushed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of Inosuke and motioned for Mei to sit down as well. Although Mei was still engaged in a silent contest with Inosuke with her eyes, she still accepted the teacup handed to her by Kotonoha. The moment she lowers her head to sip, the arrogant and domineering look on her face will melt slightly, revealing a kind of meekness belonging to a girl that even she herself has not noticed. This is the result of living in the gentle atmosphere of Kotonoha for a long time and being influenced by subtle influences. She may still be willful, but when facing Kotonoha, that willfulness is mixed with true attachment and restraint. Tong Mo walked to Qin Ye and sat down next to Qin Ye, and naturally put his hand on Qin Ye's knee. He looked at the scene in front of him - the arrogant son, the adopted daughter who was delicate but occasionally showed tenderness, the adopted son who was silent and gloomy in the corner but caring about his sister, and the wife who exuded tranquility and brilliance around him. This twisted but extremely harmonious family picture seemed to make him feel more empty satisfaction than any teaching. "Did you have fun with the Demon Slayers today?" Tong Mo asked Inosuke in a conversational tone, as if he had just been in a life-and-death fight in Mugen City, but just an ordinary game. Inosuke curled his lips: "Boring! Those people are too weak! If you hadn't stopped me, father, I would have..." Before he could finish his words, he saw Kotonoha's slightly frowned brows, and his voice lowered unconsciously. Kotonoha didn't speak, just patted the back of his hand. In the morning, it was these hands that taught him how to gently bandage an injured chick. Tong Mo smiled and turned his eyes to the growing night in the courtyard: "Okay, let's clean up. Kotonoha, didn't we agree to go to see the cherry blossoms at night? If it's too late, we will miss the most beautiful scenery." As soon as they heard that they were going to enjoy the cherry blossoms, Inosuke and Xiaomei stood up almost at the same time, and wanted to help Kotonoye at the same time. "I'll help mother!" "I'll accompany mother!" The two refused to give in, their eyes clashed in the air, crackling. The prostitute Taro silently put down his needlework, picked up a piece of feather fabric, and prepared to follow. The night at Kek Lok Temple slowly unfolds in this strange atmosphere of noise and silence, blood and warmth.

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I think they're all pretty good. There is also an if line written by myself, a family of 5. The air of Infinite City is filled with blood and tension. Zuhira Inosuke, the "little prince" of the Paradise Cult, was lazily leaning on a vermilion pillar. He was dressed in a luxurious leader's uniform, and his green eyes were full of indifference and arrogance. He was a golden young man, and his pale and slender fingers brushed the broken hair around his ears. The wild boar hood had long since disappeared, revealing a handsome face full of arrogance and impatience. He stared at the group of intruders in front of him - the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps. The indifferent and powerful aura made the members of the Demon Slayer Corps think that he was the second one of the upper swordsmen. They stared at Inosuke warily with the Nichirin sword. "The second sword of the upper swordsman! Die!" A swordsman roared, swung the Nichirin sword and slashed at Inosuke's neck with the force of thunder. Inosuke didn't even bother to move, he just frowned slightly, as if the other party had disturbed his peace. The blade is approaching, and the cold air is biting. At the critical moment, a golden light burst through the sky. "Dang——!" There was a clear and deafening sound of metal collision, and a gorgeous golden folding fan accurately deflected the deadly Sun Blade, spinning and flying back to its owner's hand. Inosuke curled his lips, and his tone was full of annoyance after being disturbed: "Father, why are you here?" Tong Mo's figure appeared like a phantom, he caught the folding fan, with that eternal, compassionate and empty smile on his face. "I'm sorry, Inosuke, I was delayed by a small matter." He glanced at the waiting Demon Slayer Corps, his smile not reaching his eyes, "It seems that there are a few uninvited guests who need to be sent away as soon as possible." The battle, or rather, a one-sided crushing, started in an instant. Tong Mo's blood ghost technique is gorgeous and deadly, the ice lotus blooms, the cold air rages, and the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps are almost powerless to fight back. He won the battle quickly, not because his opponent was strong, but because - "It has to end quickly. Kotonoha is still waiting for me to go to enjoy the flowers together." He whispered to himself, with a gentle tone. Inosuke stood there, watching his father harvest life lightly, but his mother Kotonoha's gentle face in the morning suddenly flashed in his mind. She held his hand and whispered softly: "Inosuke, remember that even small animals must be taken good care of." That voice still lingered in her ears. At this moment, in front of me is the cruel aesthetics that my father unleashed, which freezes human beings and then breaks them into ice crystals. During the day, his mother taught him to value life; at night, his father taught him to end life. Inosuke tilted his head, and a trace of imperceptible confusion flashed through his arrogant eyes in his green eyes. The life of this Paradise Cult is really... Contradictory and natural. The dusk dyed the cornices of Kek Lok Temple lavender, and the heavy red wooden door was gently pushed open by Tong Mo. The bloody scent brought back from Infinite City seemed to be blocked by the invisible barrier at the threshold. The moment Inosuke Zuhira followed his father and stepped into the courtyard, the almost instinctive arrogance and alienation that surrounded him as the "little prince of the Bliss Cult" evaporated as quickly as dew in the sun. He casually threw the dusty wild boar hood on the porch with a childish casualness that could only be seen at home. He opened the shoji door of the inner room, and the warm light mixed with the faint fragrance of tea and sweet cakes hit his face. Her mother, Kotonoha, was kneeling on the tatami, making tea attentively, her side face looking extremely soft under the light. Sitting next to her was Xie Huamei, wearing a bright crimson-colored kimono. Xiaomei was holding a delicate piece of cherry cake at the moment, but instead of eating it herself, she carefully handed it to Kotonoha's lips with an arrogant smile on her face: "Mother, try this, it's just right." This intimate scene obviously stimulated Inosuke. His brows immediately knitted together, and the relaxation he felt just now was gone, like a cat whose territory had been invaded. "Hey!" He walked over in a few steps. When Xie Huamei heard this, the smile on her face instantly turned into undisguised disgust. She put down the cherry cake, turned around gracefully (but with the smell of gunpowder), and looked Inosuke up and down with her beautiful eyes: "I thought it was the little wild boar that was making such a noise. It turned out to be the little wild boar rolling in the mountains. It's covered in dust and the smell of blood, and it's not afraid of smelling like mother." "Who are you talking about, the little wild boar?! You stinky vase with several kilograms of white powder on your face!" "Ha, it's better than your rude wild boar face that can only yell! Ugly!" "You are the ugly one! You are the ugliest person in the entire Kek Lok Temple!" The maid passing by fell silent... Two flawless faces that could be called the masterpieces of the Creator were filled with the most childish hostility at this moment. They argued so loudly that their faces were red and their ears were red. The content was nutritious but full of momentum. Kotonoha looked at the pair of children in front of him who were engaged in a "fight between dragons and tigers" almost every day. He put down the tea spoon helplessly, shook his head gently, and spoke softly but with an unquestionable restraint: "Inosuke, Mei, okay, the tea is getting cold." Tongmo, on the other hand, had been leaning leisurely against the door frame at some point, his colorful eyes filled with genuine smiles, as if he was enjoying a wonderful drama. He was playing with the golden folding fan in his hand, without any intention of stepping forward to fight. Instead, he said to Kotonoha in a rather cheerful tone: "Look at how energetic they are, isn't that great?" At this moment, a slightly hoarse and low voice came from the shadows in the corner: "Xiaomei, pay attention to your manners." It was the prostitute Taro. He was hunched over, like a silent shadow, sitting quietly in an inconspicuous corner, clumsily but seriously mending a Mei kimono in his hands. His reminder was gentle, but it made Xie Huamei's arrogance calm down a little. She curled her lips and glared at Inosuke, but still adjusted her sitting posture a little. Inosuke also snorted, sat down on the other side of Kotonoha, grabbed a piece of tea and stuffed it into his mouth, complaining vaguely: "Father, look at her!" The quarrel seemed to have come to an end for the time being. Kotonoha pushed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of Inosuke and motioned for Mei to sit down as well. Although Mei was still engaged in a silent contest with Inosuke with her eyes, she still accepted the teacup handed to her by Kotonoha. The moment she lowers her head to sip, the arrogant and domineering look on her face will melt slightly, revealing a kind of meekness belonging to a girl that even she herself has not noticed. This is the result of living in the gentle atmosphere of Kotonoha for a long time and being influenced by subtle influences. She may still be willful, but when facing Kotonoha, that willfulness is mixed with true attachment and restraint. Tong Mo walked to Qin Ye and sat down next to Qin Ye, and naturally put his hand on Qin Ye's knee. He looked at the scene in front of him - the arrogant son, the adopted daughter who was delicate but occasionally showed tenderness, the adopted son who was silent and gloomy in the corner but caring about his sister, and the wife who exuded tranquility and brilliance around him. This twisted but extremely harmonious family picture seemed to make him feel more empty satisfaction than any teaching. "Did you have fun with the Demon Slayers today?" Tong Mo asked Inosuke in a conversational tone, as if he had just been in a life-and-death fight in Mugen City, but just an ordinary game. Inosuke curled his lips: "Boring! Those people are too weak! If you hadn't stopped me, father, I would have..." Before he could finish his words, he saw Kotonoha's slightly frowned brows, and his voice lowered unconsciously. Kotonoha didn't speak, just patted the back of his hand. In the morning, it was these hands that taught him how to gently bandage an injured chick. Tong Mo smiled and turned his eyes to the growing night in the courtyard: "Okay, let's clean up. Kotonoha, didn't we agree to go to see the cherry blossoms at night? If it's too late, we will miss the most beautiful scenery." As soon as they heard that they were going to enjoy the cherry blossoms, Inosuke and Xiaomei stood up almost at the same time, and wanted to help Kotonoye at the same time. "I'll help mother!" "I'll accompany mother!" The two refused to give in, their eyes clashed in the air, crackling. The prostitute Taro silently put down his needlework, picked up a piece of feather fabric, and prepared to follow. The night at Kek Lok Temple slowly unfolds in this strange atmosphere of noise and silence, blood and warmth.

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I think they're all pretty good. There is also an if line written by myself, a family of 5. The air of Infinite City is filled with blood and tension. Zuhira Inosuke, the "little prince" of the Paradise Cult, was lazily leaning on a vermilion pillar. He was dressed in a luxurious leader's uniform, and his green eyes were full of indifference and arrogance. He was a golden young man, and his pale and slender fingers brushed the broken hair around his ears. The wild boar hood had long since disappeared, revealing a handsome face full of arrogance and impatience. He stared at the group of intruders in front of him - the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps. The indifferent and powerful aura made the members of the Demon Slayer Corps think that he was the second one of the upper swordsmen. They stared at Inosuke warily with the Nichirin sword. "The second sword of the upper swordsman! Die!" A swordsman roared, swung the Nichirin sword and slashed at Inosuke's neck with the force of thunder. Inosuke didn't even bother to move, he just frowned slightly, as if the other party had disturbed his peace. The blade is approaching, and the cold air is biting. At the critical moment, a golden light burst through the sky. "Dang——!" There was a clear and deafening sound of metal collision, and a gorgeous golden folding fan accurately deflected the deadly Sun Blade, spinning and flying back to its owner's hand. Inosuke curled his lips, and his tone was full of annoyance after being disturbed: "Father, why are you here?" Tong Mo's figure appeared like a phantom, he caught the folding fan, with that eternal, compassionate and empty smile on his face. "I'm sorry, Inosuke, I was delayed by a small matter." He glanced at the waiting Demon Slayer Corps, his smile not reaching his eyes, "It seems that there are a few uninvited guests who need to be sent away as soon as possible." The battle, or rather, a one-sided crushing, started in an instant. Tong Mo's blood ghost technique is gorgeous and deadly, the ice lotus blooms, the cold air rages, and the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps are almost powerless to fight back. He won the battle quickly, not because his opponent was strong, but because - "It has to end quickly. Kotonoha is still waiting for me to go to enjoy the flowers together." He whispered to himself, with a gentle tone. Inosuke stood there, watching his father harvest life lightly, but his mother Kotonoha's gentle face in the morning suddenly flashed in his mind. She held his hand and whispered softly: "Inosuke, remember that even small animals must be taken good care of." That voice still lingered in her ears. At this moment, in front of me is the cruel aesthetics that my father unleashed, which freezes human beings and then breaks them into ice crystals. During the day, his mother taught him to value life; at night, his father taught him to end life. Inosuke tilted his head, and a trace of imperceptible confusion flashed through his arrogant eyes in his green eyes. The life of this Paradise Cult is really... Contradictory and natural. The dusk dyed the cornices of Kek Lok Temple lavender, and the heavy red wooden door was gently pushed open by Tong Mo. The bloody scent brought back from Infinite City seemed to be blocked by the invisible barrier at the threshold. The moment Inosuke Zuhira followed his father and stepped into the courtyard, the almost instinctive arrogance and alienation that surrounded him as the "little prince of the Bliss Cult" evaporated as quickly as dew in the sun. He casually threw the dusty wild boar hood on the porch with a childish casualness that could only be seen at home. He opened the shoji door of the inner room, and the warm light mixed with the faint fragrance of tea and sweet cakes hit his face. Her mother, Kotonoha, was kneeling on the tatami, making tea attentively, her side face looking extremely soft under the light. Sitting next to her was Xie Huamei, wearing a bright crimson-colored kimono. Xiaomei was holding a delicate piece of cherry cake at the moment, but instead of eating it herself, she carefully handed it to Kotonoha's lips with an arrogant smile on her face: "Mother, try this, it's just right." This intimate scene obviously stimulated Inosuke. His brows immediately knitted together, and the relaxation he felt just now was gone, like a cat whose territory had been invaded. "Hey!" He walked over in a few steps. When Xie Huamei heard this, the smile on her face instantly turned into undisguised disgust. She put down the cherry cake, turned around gracefully (but with the smell of gunpowder), and looked Inosuke up and down with her beautiful eyes: "I thought it was the little wild boar that was making such a noise. It turned out to be the little wild boar rolling in the mountains. It's covered in dust and the smell of blood, and it's not afraid of smelling like mother." "Who are you talking about, the little wild boar?! You stinky vase with several kilograms of white powder on your face!" "Ha, it's better than your rude wild boar face that can only yell! Ugly!" "You are the ugly one! You are the ugliest person in the entire Kek Lok Temple!" The maid passing by fell silent... Two flawless faces that could be called the masterpieces of the Creator were filled with the most childish hostility at this moment. They argued so loudly that their faces were red and their ears were red. The content was nutritious but full of momentum. Kotonoha looked at the pair of children in front of him who were engaged in a "fight between dragons and tigers" almost every day. He put down the tea spoon helplessly, shook his head gently, and spoke softly but with an unquestionable restraint: "Inosuke, Mei, okay, the tea is getting cold." Tongmo, on the other hand, had been leaning leisurely against the door frame at some point, his colorful eyes filled with genuine smiles, as if he was enjoying a wonderful drama. He was playing with the golden folding fan in his hand, without any intention of stepping forward to fight. Instead, he said to Kotonoha in a rather cheerful tone: "Look at how energetic they are, isn't that great?" At this moment, a slightly hoarse and low voice came from the shadows in the corner: "Xiaomei, pay attention to your manners." It was the prostitute Taro. He was hunched over, like a silent shadow, sitting quietly in an inconspicuous corner, clumsily but seriously mending a Mei kimono in his hands. His reminder was gentle, but it made Xie Huamei's arrogance calm down a little. She curled her lips and glared at Inosuke, but still adjusted her sitting posture a little. Inosuke also snorted, sat down on the other side of Kotonoha, grabbed a piece of tea and stuffed it into his mouth, complaining vaguely: "Father, look at her!" The quarrel seemed to have come to an end for the time being. Kotonoha pushed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of Inosuke and motioned for Mei to sit down as well. Although Mei was still engaged in a silent contest with Inosuke with her eyes, she still accepted the teacup handed to her by Kotonoha. The moment she lowers her head to sip, the arrogant and domineering look on her face will melt slightly, revealing a kind of meekness belonging to a girl that even she herself has not noticed. This is the result of living in the gentle atmosphere of Kotonoha for a long time and being influenced by subtle influences. She may still be willful, but when facing Kotonoha, that willfulness is mixed with true attachment and restraint. Tong Mo walked to Qin Ye and sat down next to Qin Ye, and naturally put his hand on Qin Ye's knee. He looked at the scene in front of him - the arrogant son, the adopted daughter who was delicate but occasionally showed tenderness, the adopted son who was silent and gloomy in the corner but caring about his sister, and the wife who exuded tranquility and brilliance around him. This twisted but extremely harmonious family picture seemed to make him feel more empty satisfaction than any teaching. "Did you have fun with the Demon Slayers today?" Tong Mo asked Inosuke in a conversational tone, as if he had just been in a life-and-death fight in Mugen City, but just an ordinary game. Inosuke curled his lips: "Boring! Those people are too weak! If you hadn't stopped me, father, I would have..." Before he could finish his words, he saw Kotonoha's slightly frowned brows, and his voice lowered unconsciously. Kotonoha didn't speak, just patted the back of his hand. In the morning, it was these hands that taught him how to gently bandage an injured chick. Tong Mo smiled and turned his eyes to the growing night in the courtyard: "Okay, let's clean up. Kotonoha, didn't we agree to go to see the cherry blossoms at night? If it's too late, we will miss the most beautiful scenery." As soon as they heard that they were going to enjoy the cherry blossoms, Inosuke and Xiaomei stood up almost at the same time, and wanted to help Kotonoye at the same time. "I'll help mother!" "I'll accompany mother!" The two refused to give in, their eyes clashed in the air, crackling. The prostitute Taro silently put down his needlework, picked up a piece of feather fabric, and prepared to follow. The night at Kek Lok Temple slowly unfolds in this strange atmosphere of noise and silence, blood and warmth.

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I think they're all pretty good. There is also an if line written by myself, a family of 5. The air of Infinite City is filled with blood and tension. Zuhira Inosuke, the "little prince" of the Paradise Cult, was lazily leaning on a vermilion pillar. He was dressed in a luxurious leader's uniform, and his green eyes were full of indifference and arrogance. He was a golden young man, and his pale and slender fingers brushed the broken hair around his ears. The wild boar hood had long since disappeared, revealing a handsome face full of arrogance and impatience. He stared at the group of intruders in front of him - the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps. The indifferent and powerful aura made the members of the Demon Slayer Corps think that he was the second one of the upper swordsmen. They stared at Inosuke warily with the Nichirin sword. "The second sword of the upper swordsman! Die!" A swordsman roared, swung the Nichirin sword and slashed at Inosuke's neck with the force of thunder. Inosuke didn't even bother to move, he just frowned slightly, as if the other party had disturbed his peace. The blade is approaching, and the cold air is biting. At the critical moment, a golden light burst through the sky. "Dang——!" There was a clear and deafening sound of metal collision, and a gorgeous golden folding fan accurately deflected the deadly Sun Blade, spinning and flying back to its owner's hand. Inosuke curled his lips, and his tone was full of annoyance after being disturbed: "Father, why are you here?" Tong Mo's figure appeared like a phantom, he caught the folding fan, with that eternal, compassionate and empty smile on his face. "I'm sorry, Inosuke, I was delayed by a small matter." He glanced at the waiting Demon Slayer Corps, his smile not reaching his eyes, "It seems that there are a few uninvited guests who need to be sent away as soon as possible." The battle, or rather, a one-sided crushing, started in an instant. Tong Mo's blood ghost technique is gorgeous and deadly, the ice lotus blooms, the cold air rages, and the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps are almost powerless to fight back. He won the battle quickly, not because his opponent was strong, but because - "It has to end quickly. Kotonoha is still waiting for me to go to enjoy the flowers together." He whispered to himself, with a gentle tone. Inosuke stood there, watching his father harvest life lightly, but his mother Kotonoha's gentle face in the morning suddenly flashed in his mind. She held his hand and whispered softly: "Inosuke, remember that even small animals must be taken good care of." That voice still lingered in her ears. At this moment, in front of me is the cruel aesthetics that my father unleashed, which freezes human beings and then breaks them into ice crystals. During the day, his mother taught him to value life; at night, his father taught him to end life. Inosuke tilted his head, and a trace of imperceptible confusion flashed through his arrogant eyes in his green eyes. The life of this Paradise Cult is really... Contradictory and natural. The dusk dyed the cornices of Kek Lok Temple lavender, and the heavy red wooden door was gently pushed open by Tong Mo. The bloody scent brought back from Infinite City seemed to be blocked by the invisible barrier at the threshold. The moment Inosuke Zuhira followed his father and stepped into the courtyard, the almost instinctive arrogance and alienation that surrounded him as the "little prince of the Bliss Cult" evaporated as quickly as dew in the sun. He casually threw the dusty wild boar hood on the porch with a childish casualness that could only be seen at home. He opened the shoji door of the inner room, and the warm light mixed with the faint fragrance of tea and sweet cakes hit his face. Her mother, Kotonoha, was kneeling on the tatami, making tea attentively, her side face looking extremely soft under the light. Sitting next to her was Xie Huamei, wearing a bright crimson-colored kimono. Xiaomei was holding a delicate piece of cherry cake at the moment, but instead of eating it herself, she carefully handed it to Kotonoha's lips with an arrogant smile on her face: "Mother, try this, it's just right." This intimate scene obviously stimulated Inosuke. His brows immediately knitted together, and the relaxation he felt just now was gone, like a cat whose territory had been invaded. "Hey!" He walked over in a few steps. When Xie Huamei heard this, the smile on her face instantly turned into undisguised disgust. She put down the cherry cake, turned around gracefully (but with the smell of gunpowder), and looked Inosuke up and down with her beautiful eyes: "I thought it was the little wild boar that was making such a noise. It turned out to be the little wild boar rolling in the mountains. It's covered in dust and the smell of blood, and it's not afraid of smelling like mother." "Who are you talking about, the little wild boar?! You stinky vase with several kilograms of white powder on your face!" "Ha, it's better than your rude wild boar face that can only yell! Ugly!" "You are the ugly one! You are the ugliest person in the entire Kek Lok Temple!" The maid passing by fell silent... Two flawless faces that could be called the masterpieces of the Creator were filled with the most childish hostility at this moment. They argued so loudly that their faces were red and their ears were red. The content was nutritious but full of momentum. Kotonoha looked at the pair of children in front of him who were engaged in a "fight between dragons and tigers" almost every day. He put down the tea spoon helplessly, shook his head gently, and spoke softly but with an unquestionable restraint: "Inosuke, Mei, okay, the tea is getting cold." Tongmo, on the other hand, had been leaning leisurely against the door frame at some point, his colorful eyes filled with genuine smiles, as if he was enjoying a wonderful drama. He was playing with the golden folding fan in his hand, without any intention of stepping forward to fight. Instead, he said to Kotonoha in a rather cheerful tone: "Look at how energetic they are, isn't that great?" At this moment, a slightly hoarse and low voice came from the shadows in the corner: "Xiaomei, pay attention to your manners." It was the prostitute Taro. He was hunched over, like a silent shadow, sitting quietly in an inconspicuous corner, clumsily but seriously mending a Mei kimono in his hands. His reminder was gentle, but it made Xie Huamei's arrogance calm down a little. She curled her lips and glared at Inosuke, but still adjusted her sitting posture a little. Inosuke also snorted, sat down on the other side of Kotonoha, grabbed a piece of tea and stuffed it into his mouth, complaining vaguely: "Father, look at her!" The quarrel seemed to have come to an end for the time being. Kotonoha pushed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of Inosuke and motioned for Mei to sit down as well. Although Mei was still engaged in a silent contest with Inosuke with her eyes, she still accepted the teacup handed to her by Kotonoha. The moment she lowers her head to sip, the arrogant and domineering look on her face will melt slightly, revealing a kind of meekness belonging to a girl that even she herself has not noticed. This is the result of living in the gentle atmosphere of Kotonoha for a long time and being influenced by subtle influences. She may still be willful, but when facing Kotonoha, that willfulness is mixed with true attachment and restraint. Tong Mo walked to Qin Ye and sat down next to Qin Ye, and naturally put his hand on Qin Ye's knee. He looked at the scene in front of him - the arrogant son, the adopted daughter who was delicate but occasionally showed tenderness, the adopted son who was silent and gloomy in the corner but caring about his sister, and the wife who exuded tranquility and brilliance around him. This twisted but extremely harmonious family picture seemed to make him feel more empty satisfaction than any teaching. "Did you have fun with the Demon Slayers today?" Tong Mo asked Inosuke in a conversational tone, as if he had just been in a life-and-death fight in Mugen City, but just an ordinary game. Inosuke curled his lips: "Boring! Those people are too weak! If you hadn't stopped me, father, I would have..." Before he could finish his words, he saw Kotonoha's slightly frowned brows, and his voice lowered unconsciously. Kotonoha didn't speak, just patted the back of his hand. In the morning, it was these hands that taught him how to gently bandage an injured chick. Tong Mo smiled and turned his eyes to the growing night in the courtyard: "Okay, let's clean up. Kotonoha, didn't we agree to go to see the cherry blossoms at night? If it's too late, we will miss the most beautiful scenery." As soon as they heard that they were going to enjoy the cherry blossoms, Inosuke and Xiaomei stood up almost at the same time, and wanted to help Kotonoye at the same time. "I'll help mother!" "I'll accompany mother!" The two refused to give in, their eyes clashed in the air, crackling. The prostitute Taro silently put down his needlework, picked up a piece of feather fabric, and prepared to follow. The night at Kek Lok Temple slowly unfolds in this strange atmosphere of noise and silence, blood and warmth.

8 如 If Kotonoha Hadn't Died and Turned into a Ghost It's Just a Piece of Cakecompleted —Reads6.4Score—Shelves

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I think they're all pretty good. There is also an if line written by myself, a family of 5. The air of Infinite City is filled with blood and tension. Zuhira Inosuke, the "little prince" of the Paradise Cult, was lazily leaning on a vermilion pillar. He was dressed in a luxurious leader's uniform, and his green eyes were full of indifference and arrogance. He was a golden young man, and his pale and slender fingers brushed the broken hair around his ears. The wild boar hood had long since disappeared, revealing a handsome face full of arrogance and impatience. He stared at the group of intruders in front of him - the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps. The indifferent and powerful aura made the members of the Demon Slayer Corps think that he was the second one of the upper swordsmen. They stared at Inosuke warily with the Nichirin sword. "The second sword of the upper swordsman! Die!" A swordsman roared, swung the Nichirin sword and slashed at Inosuke's neck with the force of thunder. Inosuke didn't even bother to move, he just frowned slightly, as if the other party had disturbed his peace. The blade is approaching, and the cold air is biting. At the critical moment, a golden light burst through the sky. "Dang——!" There was a clear and deafening sound of metal collision, and a gorgeous golden folding fan accurately deflected the deadly Sun Blade, spinning and flying back to its owner's hand. Inosuke curled his lips, and his tone was full of annoyance after being disturbed: "Father, why are you here?" Tong Mo's figure appeared like a phantom, he caught the folding fan, with that eternal, compassionate and empty smile on his face. "I'm sorry, Inosuke, I was delayed by a small matter." He glanced at the waiting Demon Slayer Corps, his smile not reaching his eyes, "It seems that there are a few uninvited guests who need to be sent away as soon as possible." The battle, or rather, a one-sided crushing, started in an instant. Tong Mo's blood ghost technique is gorgeous and deadly, the ice lotus blooms, the cold air rages, and the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps are almost powerless to fight back. He won the battle quickly, not because his opponent was strong, but because - "It has to end quickly. Kotonoha is still waiting for me to go to enjoy the flowers together." He whispered to himself, with a gentle tone. Inosuke stood there, watching his father harvest life lightly, but his mother Kotonoha's gentle face in the morning suddenly flashed in his mind. She held his hand and whispered softly: "Inosuke, remember that even small animals must be taken good care of." That voice still lingered in her ears. At this moment, in front of me is the cruel aesthetics that my father unleashed, which freezes human beings and then breaks them into ice crystals. During the day, his mother taught him to value life; at night, his father taught him to end life. Inosuke tilted his head, and a trace of imperceptible confusion flashed through his arrogant eyes in his green eyes. The life of this Paradise Cult is really... Contradictory and natural. The dusk dyed the cornices of Kek Lok Temple lavender, and the heavy red wooden door was gently pushed open by Tong Mo. The bloody scent brought back from Infinite City seemed to be blocked by the invisible barrier at the threshold. The moment Inosuke Zuhira followed his father and stepped into the courtyard, the almost instinctive arrogance and alienation that surrounded him as the "little prince of the Bliss Cult" evaporated as quickly as dew in the sun. He casually threw the dusty wild boar hood on the porch with a childish casualness that could only be seen at home. He opened the shoji door of the inner room, and the warm light mixed with the faint fragrance of tea and sweet cakes hit his face. Her mother, Kotonoha, was kneeling on the tatami, making tea attentively, her side face looking extremely soft under the light. Sitting next to her was Xie Huamei, wearing a bright crimson-colored kimono. Xiaomei was holding a delicate piece of cherry cake at the moment, but instead of eating it herself, she carefully handed it to Kotonoha's lips with an arrogant smile on her face: "Mother, try this, it's just right." This intimate scene obviously stimulated Inosuke. His brows immediately knitted together, and the relaxation he felt just now was gone, like a cat whose territory had been invaded. "Hey!" He walked over in a few steps. When Xie Huamei heard this, the smile on her face instantly turned into undisguised disgust. She put down the cherry cake, turned around gracefully (but with the smell of gunpowder), and looked Inosuke up and down with her beautiful eyes: "I thought it was the little wild boar that was making such a noise. It turned out to be the little wild boar rolling in the mountains. It's covered in dust and the smell of blood, and it's not afraid of smelling like mother." "Who are you talking about, the little wild boar?! You stinky vase with several kilograms of white powder on your face!" "Ha, it's better than your rude wild boar face that can only yell! Ugly!" "You are the ugly one! You are the ugliest person in the entire Kek Lok Temple!" The maid passing by fell silent... Two flawless faces that could be called the masterpieces of the Creator were filled with the most childish hostility at this moment. They argued so loudly that their faces were red and their ears were red. The content was nutritious but full of momentum. Kotonoha looked at the pair of children in front of him who were engaged in a "fight between dragons and tigers" almost every day. He put down the tea spoon helplessly, shook his head gently, and spoke softly but with an unquestionable restraint: "Inosuke, Mei, okay, the tea is getting cold." Tongmo, on the other hand, had been leaning leisurely against the door frame at some point, his colorful eyes filled with genuine smiles, as if he was enjoying a wonderful drama. He was playing with the golden folding fan in his hand, without any intention of stepping forward to fight. Instead, he said to Kotonoha in a rather cheerful tone: "Look at how energetic they are, isn't that great?" At this moment, a slightly hoarse and low voice came from the shadows in the corner: "Xiaomei, pay attention to your manners." It was the prostitute Taro. He was hunched over, like a silent shadow, sitting quietly in an inconspicuous corner, clumsily but seriously mending a Mei kimono in his hands. His reminder was gentle, but it made Xie Huamei's arrogance calm down a little. She curled her lips and glared at Inosuke, but still adjusted her sitting posture a little. Inosuke also snorted, sat down on the other side of Kotonoha, grabbed a piece of tea and stuffed it into his mouth, complaining vaguely: "Father, look at her!" The quarrel seemed to have come to an end for the time being. Kotonoha pushed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of Inosuke and motioned for Mei to sit down as well. Although Mei was still engaged in a silent contest with Inosuke with her eyes, she still accepted the teacup handed to her by Kotonoha. The moment she lowers her head to sip, the arrogant and domineering look on her face will melt slightly, revealing a kind of meekness belonging to a girl that even she herself has not noticed. This is the result of living in the gentle atmosphere of Kotonoha for a long time and being influenced by subtle influences. She may still be willful, but when facing Kotonoha, that willfulness is mixed with true attachment and restraint. Tong Mo walked to Qin Ye and sat down next to Qin Ye, and naturally put his hand on Qin Ye's knee. He looked at the scene in front of him - the arrogant son, the adopted daughter who was delicate but occasionally showed tenderness, the adopted son who was silent and gloomy in the corner but caring about his sister, and the wife who exuded tranquility and brilliance around him. This twisted but extremely harmonious family picture seemed to make him feel more empty satisfaction than any teaching. "Did you have fun with the Demon Slayers today?" Tong Mo asked Inosuke in a conversational tone, as if he had just been in a life-and-death fight in Mugen City, but just an ordinary game. Inosuke curled his lips: "Boring! Those people are too weak! If you hadn't stopped me, father, I would have..." Before he could finish his words, he saw Kotonoha's slightly frowned brows, and his voice lowered unconsciously. Kotonoha didn't speak, just patted the back of his hand. In the morning, it was these hands that taught him how to gently bandage an injured chick. Tong Mo smiled and turned his eyes to the growing night in the courtyard: "Okay, let's clean up. Kotonoha, didn't we agree to go to see the cherry blossoms at night? If it's too late, we will miss the most beautiful scenery." As soon as they heard that they were going to enjoy the cherry blossoms, Inosuke and Xiaomei stood up almost at the same time, and wanted to help Kotonoye at the same time. "I'll help mother!" "I'll accompany mother!" The two refused to give in, their eyes clashed in the air, crackling. The prostitute Taro silently put down his needlework, picked up a piece of feather fabric, and prepared to follow. The night at Kek Lok Temple slowly unfolds in this strange atmosphere of noise and silence, blood and warmth.

9 琴 Kotonoha, Do You Want to Leave? No Way Interstellar Workerongoing —Reads6.9Score—Shelves

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Then you must have this one. The characters are not OOC at all. The author's understanding of Tongmo and Kotonoha has reached its peak. I have read many Tongmo and Kotonoha, and this one is the most agreeable to me. It only has a score of 6 points. One is because it is still serialized, and the other is because there are not many people who rated it. But it is really good. Trust me, you can criticize me if it doesn't look good.

10 鬼 Demon Slayer: Tongmo Travels Through Reiwa and Has a Long Road to Chasing His Wife Sweet Chili Sauce Lady191k Wordsongoing 114Reads—Score—Shelves

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Everything is okay, right?

11 鬼 Demon Slayer Short and Medium Stories: Collection of Independent Stories for All Members User 53258986290k Wordsongoing 276Reads—Score—Shelves

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Everything is okay, right?

12 名 Ming Ke's Grinding Head Comes to the World Smoke Fox451k Wordscompleted 1.4kReads7.4Score244Shelves

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Everything is okay, right?

13 鬼 Ghost Slayer: We at Ghost Moon Company Take Jujube Pills Tan Carp196k Wordsongoing 8.7kReads9.2Score1.5kShelves

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It's so good. The last two books are even more amazing.

14 教 Master, You Are OOC King Tor in the Duke of York Islands531k Wordscompleted 1.6kReads7.6Score317Shelves

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It's so good. The last two books are even more amazing.

15 鬼 Demon Slayer: the Leader Is Not Right, He Wants to Be an Icicle Get up in the EveningFantastical Romance650k Wordsongoing 2.9kReads8.2Score527Shelves

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It's so good. The last two books are even more amazing.

16 嘴 Zuiping Couple Sweet Chili Sauce Lady397k Wordscompleted 263Reads7.1Score—Shelves

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It's so good. The last two books are even more amazing.

17 童 Tongqin's Kiss Coke Monster283k Wordscompleted 539Reads8.0Score118Shelves

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The first one is a long and slow one, and is read by many people. The second one is super sweet, and you can't miss it if you want to eat sweets.

18 黄 The Underworld and the Blue Sky Are All Gone Inkstone Qingci338k Wordscompleted 193Reads7.1Score—Shelves

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The first two books are no brainers and can be read as cookies. The disadvantage is that Tongmo is a bit "human", especially the second one, but it doesn't hurt. The third book directly looks at the first life. The "ghost flavor" of Tongmo is well preserved. It is similar to the original book. The next two lives are reincarnations, which is very strange. In the last book, you should pay attention to the author's explanation. The ideological confrontation written by the author is the essence. It can be seen that the author has a deep understanding of Tong Qin and has a very thorough understanding of the characters, but it will have to wait until the middle and late stages. Kotonoha was a little OOC in the early stages, but it wasn't a big problem. There are thunders in Chapters 45 and 46. You can skip directly without affecting subsequent reading. This author is one of the best I have ever seen in analyzing character traits and Tongqin's attraction. The treasured author will not lose money if he invests in it.

19 鬼 Demon Slayer: You Want to Overthrow the World? Inkstone Qingci1.3M Wordsongoing 519Reads6.5Score—Shelves

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The first two books are no brainers and can be read as cookies. The disadvantage is that Tongmo is a bit "human", especially the second one, but it doesn't hurt. The third book directly looks at the first life. The "ghost flavor" of Tongmo is well preserved. It is similar to the original book. The next two lives are reincarnations, which is very strange. In the last book, you should pay attention to the author's explanation. The ideological confrontation written by the author is the essence. It can be seen that the author has a deep understanding of Tong Qin and has a very thorough understanding of the characters, but it will have to wait until the middle and late stages. Kotonoha was a little OOC in the early stages, but it wasn't a big problem. There are thunders in Chapters 45 and 46. You can skip directly without affecting subsequent reading. This author is one of the best I have ever seen in analyzing character traits and Tongqin's attraction. The treasured author will not lose money if he invests in it.

20 鬼 Demon Slayer: the Years I Was Entangled with Ghosts Xiao Xiao Yanying397k Wordscompleted 917Reads7.3Score170Shelves

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Each one is very interesting, but please note that the last one is be

21 童 After Tong Mo Was Reborn, He Decided to Learn to Be a Good Person A Social Animal876k Wordsongoing 5.7kReads8.2Score742Shelves

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Each one is very interesting, but please note that the last one is be

22 鬼 Ghost Killing [Tong Qin]: I Wish You Eternal Happiness Zhongjitu Anzi409k Wordscompleted 677Reads6.8Score154Shelves

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Each one is very interesting, but please note that the last one is be

24 错 Wrong Kiss** Xpress Mango165k Wordscompleted 14Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Each one is very interesting, but please note that the last one is be

30 童 Tong Mo's Reminiscences of His Wife Elbow Stuffed Glutinous Rice Balls219k Wordscompleted 157Reads—Score—Shelves

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Highly recommended. If you like Tongqin, you must read this book. The author's writing style is superb.

31 极 Bliss************ completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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I highly recommend these books by Tongmo and Kotonoha

32 鬼 Demon Slayer: Tongmo-Sama Doesn't Know How to Raise Children Tiangao Rensongcompleted —Reads8.0Score—Shelves

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I highly recommend these books by Tongmo and Kotonoha

33 童 Tong Qin: Nowhere to Escape Cat Demons Can't Fly243k Wordscompleted 500Reads6.7Score119Shelves

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I highly recommend these books by Tongmo and Kotonoha

34 童 Tongqin's Love and the Devil's Heartbeat LostMartial Arts183k Wordscompleted 103Reads6.5Score—Shelves

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I highly recommend these books by Tongmo and Kotonoha

35 极 Abyss Breeding Manual Chef JigglypuffModern Romance664k Wordsongoing 24Reads6.6Score—Shelves

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They are all super good-looking! Especially the third one! The first one is modern if and it is super good-looking too!

36 鬼 Demon Slayer: When She Runs Away, He Chases Her, and She Can't Fly. Birch Crow314k Wordscompleted 129Reads—Score—Shelves

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The first book is highly recommended and very touching, 2, 3, and 4 are cookies for raising children, and 5 and 6 needless to say.

40 鬼 Demon Slayer******* Xiao Yuanyi360k Wordscompleted 38Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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These books are quite good. You can check them out. [Sending my heart][Sending my heart][Sending my heart]

41 鬼 Demon Slayer: I Am Going to Rebel! Ai so and So240k Wordsongoing 337Reads6.9Score—Shelves

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These books are quite good. You can check them out. [Sending my heart][Sending my heart][Sending my heart]

44 童 Tong Mo Is Also Playing Fish in the Demon Slayer Squad Today What Can You Do in Three Minutes?Fantastical Romance288k Wordsongoing 2.1kReads8.4Score391Shelves

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These books are all very good, and I highly recommend the last two.

46 鬼 Demon Slayer: Tongmo Is Not Disliked Today Either No Darkness1.0M Wordscompleted 16.9kReads9.5Score2.8kShelves

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These books are all very good, and I highly recommend the last two.

47 鬼 Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba Fic Tongmo Kotoha: Withered Lotus in the Garden Sprinkled Ink Pomelo Gold307k Wordscompleted 184Reads7.0Score—Shelves

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The 11th book is super good and has been completed, but it still feels too short.

48 鬼 Demon Slayer: the Ancestor of the Cannibal Cult Favors the Escaped Mommy Don't Pack Rice BagsMartial Arts249k Wordsongoing 33Reads—Score—Shelves

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The 11th book is super good and has been completed, but it still feels too short.

49 童 Tong Mo Qin Ye: Shang Xian 2 Transformed into a Loyal Dog A Knife of Chocolate131k Wordsongoing 21Reads—Score—Shelves

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The 11th book is super good and has been completed, but it still feels too short.

50 鬼 Demon Slayer Tongqin: This Old Man Is so in Love July Foodieongoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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The 11th book is super good and has been completed, but it still feels too short.

51 鬼 Demon Slayer: Reborn Tōmo, Just Wants to Fall in Love with Kotonoha Turkey Has Everythingongoing —Reads7.6Score—Shelves

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The 11th book is super good and has been completed, but it still feels too short.

52 万 Eternal Bliss and a Moment of Tenderness Xpress Mango193k Wordscompleted 5Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The 11th book is super good and has been completed, but it still feels too short.