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My Art Style Is Always Off 本座的画风总不对
New novel: [The Scum Gong Is Still Ridiculously Silly Today] is now underway. I hope all you sweethearts will show it lots of support. Complete. Xuyan is a great demon spirit from the depths of the mountains. With a thousand years of cultivation, he thought he could summon the wind and rain and rule the world. But after coming down the mountain, he discovered that the mortal realm didn't seem to match his ancestors' descriptions at all... Xuyan: I think there's something wrong with my genre.
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Want a Ball? Buy One, Get One Free 养球吗？买一送一的那种
[Coming Soon: Sit Down! It's All Standard Procedure] Infinite-flow story with two top players, one openly powerful vs. one secretly flirtatious. A sharp-tongued, cold-hearted boss who likes to mess with people and get them killed x a beautiful-face-loving bottom with max combat power who refuses to play by the rules. Please roll around, act cute, and add it to your collection! After transmigrating into a potted cactus, Lu Cheng was brought home by a plant-killer who supposedly kills every plant
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Three Thousand Weak Waters Wash Away the Fleeting Dreams of Three Lifetimes 弱水三千 涤尽三生浮梦
Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, an immortal once lived on Chihua Mountain. They were quite renowned, but unfortunately, they were all show and no substance. Despite having cultivated for a hundred thousand years, they tragically died while giving birth in the Netherworld. Back then, I was just a little charm demon living on Chihua Mountain. I had only just taken human form, yet this old, worn-out legend had already poisoned my mind. I devoted myself to cultivation every day, hoping th
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Zheng Ze Fanfiction: Love at First Sight 正泽同人 乍见之欢
Bao Zheng's Love Letter When the day comes that you long for peace, will you take my hand? A soft curtain half veils the moon; one candle glows tonight. When you return at dusk, weary with age, will you let me wait with a lamp lit? We will gaze upon snowy mountains at dusk, then tend a small plot of mulberry fields as we grow old. May time pass slowly, each moment carved into the gentle stream and the long bridge, Coming and going, morning and night, until our years together come to an end
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