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Douluo's Immortal Grade Is Unrivaled The collision between cultivation and Douluo, the journey of love between Xuanyuan Dieyu and Tang San, and the growth path of the Shrek Eight Monsters. Xuanyuan Butterfly said: Brother, I will have no regrets in falling in love with you in this life. Tang San: Xiaoyu, how can I live alone without you? Purpose: easy reading 126Favorites1.8kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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Experiment 1 He has no connection with her Intention: love —Favorites52Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Half Unknown She was originally the apple of the eye of the Minister of the Luo Kingdom, the sacred and inviolable fairy in Luo Junfeng's heart, and the most beautiful woman in the Luo Kingdom who had both talent and beauty. But she didn't expect that the appearance of that woman would steal the heart of someone she never cared about. I don't know what kind of tricks she used on him, which made Luo Junfeng, who once carefully cared for her and loved her, become cold and ruthless. He killed her relatives, ru —Favorites89Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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When I Heard the Song, I Felt Someone Was Coming 19-Year-old Jian Qianyan met 9-year-old Wen Ge for the first time. The little girl was playing a piece of music. Even a noble person like Mr. Jian had never heard of the origin of this piece of music. "Are you Wen Ge?" The little girl turned her head to look at him, staring at him with no surprise, no sadness, no curiosity. Nor spoke. Keep playing that song. Mr. Jian cherishes words as gold and does not like to talk too much when listening to songs. Just music, accompanied by moonlight. Many yea —Favorites211Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Qiqi —Favorites294Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Cherry Was Seventeen That Year I heard you on the other side of the microphone, and you suddenly fell silent across thousands of mountains and rivers------ How I wish those words were not spoken by me, if I could, I would rather never have this day in my life. It was me who buried our love with my own hands. Conception: —Favorites98Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Love Era If the Buddha gives me another chance, I will never pray like this to dig my own grave. Let those proud heights go to hell! Cry to death... —Favorites328Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Prick My heartache can only be summed up by the faint fragrance of ink left by the summer, which has decayed into black tattoos on my fingers over the past five years. ． ． Conception: —Favorites252Clicks/ch—Nutrition