[Original Curse] Uncle Yang Jian: Kill Me, Now.

Uncle (tired): My brother will not change his surname to Gojo (the last stubbornness) XD

Alchemist Gojo Satoru became confused.

Then in the new world, you will see your child spend time with Gojo again, right? (Good guy)

Uncle Yang Jian: To tell you the truth, my greatest achievement may be deceiving Gojo Satoru.

You don't need to turn on the fire to make wagashi, so why will it turn into carbon? Hahahaha

The rotten oranges are finally gone! The new generation can all thrive!

Finished spreading flowers! Huzi should finally understand that he can feel guilty for those he killed, but he cannot indulge in negative emotions such as guilt and self-blame. Although, as Mr. Gojo said, "When things have to be solved with violence, killing is really the least harmful option." Killing is indeed wrong, but in the face of those rotten oranges, I think no one can say, let them be, let fifteen-year-old boys and girls face the top management of the special curse spirit! Even if you don't understand, it doesn't matter, because there are Kugisaki, Fushiguro, Gojo-sensei, and other friends around Torako. One day, they will enlighten him and get out of this knot.

It seems that death is a kind of relief for Jiajia...

Great! ! ! There is no regretful ending~(≧▽≦)/~

Very good! The top brass were finally killed!

I read the new ones and come back to read the old ones. I like every part of Yinyin!

Is 1.2 Meters tall enough to make you 12 years old? Wutiao committed a crime?

Danger curse spirit danger

Hahaha, it's hard to write the emotional line, so you don't have to write it.

My little collection of wishes has finally exceeded 800. Although you haven't grown up yet, mom, I am still paying attention to you and waiting for you to grow fat.

He! Finish spreading flowers~

Give the uncle some brain soup. (Serious)

Please come back T_T

New cover Great, let's all live together like this From a certain definition, does Qing meet the definition of an alien [eating melon]

Post a pre-collection of "Brother, you don't want others to know you have a tail, right?" The king of rolls, the cancer-stricken junior sister* has low self-esteem and a wealthy wife. After a car accident, Song Zhaoyue traveled to the world of a cultivation novel when she opened her eyes again. The good news is that the body she traveled through time is extremely talented. Bad news, her identity is that of a little cannon fodder who was secretly silenced by the yandere villain male protagonist who wanted to be first and steal the limelight. The bound lying-flat system comforted her: It doesn't matter, we just need to stay far away from him. Song Zhaoyue: No, it's still because I'm not strong enough! ! ! Now that she has traveled here and everything is a foregone conclusion, she can only face the difficulties. She must practice hard, step on the yandere man, punch Long Aotian, win the first place, and then become a respected person respected by everyone, marry a rich and handsome man and reach the pinnacle of life! ! ! Everything went smoothly except for the last one. The beautiful senior brother Song Zhaoyue liked was cold, gentle, and distant, which fascinated her, but the relationship never went any further. Later, she accidentally discovered her senior brother's little secret... The feeling of the furry tail in the hand was very fascinating, and senior brother Ruyu's face also turned abnormally red. "Senior brother, you don't want others to know you have a tail, right?"

Guoguo, my baby, I feel sorry for you

I stayed up late to read it, and I wish the author a happy day! Looking forward to the next work

The Discipline Consortium! Tutor! 27Ahhhhh!

It's exactly the same as Dre in my impression. I like it! ! Urgent update!

Ah? The person named Chen finally came to power again?

It's beautiful, please give it a try, author

Why is the next chapter locked? [Laughing and crying]

Oh no, I still can't accept Xiaoke being abused [angry][angry][angry]

OK, take retreat to advance!

Very well written! Finish spreading flowers