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The Evil Girl Who Traveled Through Naruto ：· ： ： ：， ， ，， ，， ，，， ， ，， Ps:（），？ , I hope everyone will collect it Intention: 413Favorites15.3kClicks/ch1Nutrition
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(Xian Si) What, I Am Xihe? Wake up I found myself turned into a sword ok Just one sword, just one sword Anyway, as a sword, she has to survive. What's more, her name is Xihe too But who would have thought It turns out that my name is not Xi He, but Xi He. And there is another host named Xuan Xiao Oh my god I don't want it ps; Dear friends~~~~I'm back! ! ! ! Starting from tomorrow night, I will update irregularly. Try to ensure at least one update every day. Everyone is welcome to collect it. 368Favorites4.5kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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Crossing the Fairy Sword: Snow Love In an unexpected car accident, she came to the world of Fairy Sword and met him Is it accidental or destined? They met, got to know each other, knew each other, and fell in love with each other But what will be their ending, will they stay together or separate? Is everything a blessing? Or is it a disaster? Crossing a boat across a broken bridge, meeting each other for the first time, falling into my arms, but parting; We meet again outside Qionghua Gate, and we miss each other for three years, 259Favorites5.2kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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The Long Hair of Death Is Left for You "Long Hair for You" The long hair is left for you, and it is spread out for you to tie. … Back then, I was so long for lovesickness that I never heard of willows falling. Occasionally, I swallow when I hear the sound of the flute, and my tears stain my towel. The breeze blows on my skirt, and the cold dew grows on the jade steps. I hold my hair in my arms and sigh, I keep my long hair for you. In her previous life, she was Shura, a Shura who only existed for killing. Ruthless, desireless, lovel 37Favorites777Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Death's Drunken Years Time is the easiest thing to throw away, cherries turn red and bananas turn green My name is Fleeting Time, I have forgotten the passing years... I just hope that when I wake up again, I at least remember that my name is Fleeting Time Intention: 2Favorites601Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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The Iris of Death Blooms The flower language of iris is: desperate love! Perhaps, like iris flowers, we are destined to have no love! Conception: 1Favorites688Clicks/ch—Nutrition