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The Trickster and His God I found that my previous writing style was so childish, hahaha, I was so embarrassed that I couldn't continue writing, hahaha. Just add some omnivorous extras_(-ω-`_)⌒)_! Lightning Protection Guide: There is no main text. There are so many written about Li Hai Da. Everyone must be tired of watching the plot, so I won't write it. Hahahaha Mostly Ren Xingren Intention: Treat each other honestly, smile at the world, only there is hope when you are alive 708Favorites3.5kClicks/ch98Nutrition
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Asongsquatting at Home The cp is loose! Daily trends of short stories What will happen to a Qing Qingjun with superpowers squatting in a group of homes? ▲Stories that will not appear in the article If you could easily tell your brothers that you have superpowers - "Huh? Super power?" Ichimatsu said in a casual tone with his eyes half-opened. "Yes." "If it really does happen, please trouble Nissan to turn this cold winter into summer~" Only a bunch of dull hair leaked out from the young son who was huddled in the qui 9Favorites547Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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You Are the Only One in the World Who Doesn't Know I love the moment when words flow from the tip of the pen. I like to stay quietly and watch the world. Can one live well alone? I'm still thinking of you, Maybe you know. New people and new articles. I just want to be clean and undisturbed, Curl up in this safe and gentle smile. Welcome to my world, Fortunately, I have you with me. 3Favorites279Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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I Am a Disciplined Single Dog Source: The daily routine of being shown off for no apparent reason. The dog food being fed to the mouth for no apparent reason. 2Favorites15Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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His Son Is as Beautiful as Jade The boy I like is you, you are the joy of youth 1Favorites4Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Change of Ownership This is the story of a paralyzed man who took his concubine to the world —Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Sunflower Field The more noisy you are in a place, the more familiar you can smell it. The more deeply hurt I am, the more I want to believe that time will be quiet and peaceful, and this world will be stable. The weather was just right, the tables and chairs were similar, and the conversations were almost word for word. At dusk, at dawn, at midnight, in the morning. There is always a second of little nostalgia that defeats people with silence. —Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition