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Boss is Crying at My Grave
Xianxia Fantasy大佬在我坟前哭
Leaving The Kite And Pulling The Wind
Wen Yue opened her eyes and found that her dead self had come back to life, but the world had changed drastically, and the timeline had reached five hundred years after her death. She searched for her hometown, only to find a small grave bag in the yard, with the words "Tomb of Beloved Wife Wen Yue" engraved on it. Wen Yue, who died young and unmarried:? What horror happened five hundred years after her death?
Wen Yue opened her eyes and found that her dead self had come back to life, but the world had changed drastically, and the timeline had reached five hundred years after her death. She searched for her hometown, only to find a small grave bag in the yard, with the words "Tomb of Beloved Wife Wen Yue" engraved on it. Wen Yue, who died young and unmarried:? What horror happened five hundred years after her death?

Sword Spirit is Also Slacking Off Today
Xianxia Fantasy剑灵今天也在消极怠工
Leaving The Kite And Pulling The Wind
Ling Chen always felt that there was something wrong with his luck. When I get the legendary ten thousand year spiritual milk, how can the effect be like that of three thousand years old? Why does the Taoist fruit given by the ancient Bodhi tree look a little wilted? Even the legendary ancient divine sword Fuguang, which he regarded as his master, seemed to be no different from an ordinary iron rod except for the harder material. Although the journey was smooth, he felt that his golden finger seemed a bit stingy. Ling Chen sighed at the sword: "Fuguang, Fuguang, why do I think my opportunity is not right?" The sword was silent and unresponsive. Inside the sword, Fuguang squinted his eyes contentedly, refining the last trace of Tao Fruit essence. [In the early stage, the main point of view is the male protagonist, probably a nurturing male protagonist]
Ling Chen always felt that there was something wrong with his luck. When I get the legendary ten thousand year spiritual milk, how can the effect be like that of three thousand years old? Why does the Taoist fruit given by the ancient Bodhi tree look a little wilted? Even the legendary ancient divine sword Fuguang, which he regarded as his master, seemed to be no different from an ordinary iron rod except for the harder material. Although the journey was smooth, he felt that his golden finger seemed a bit stingy. Ling Chen sighed at the sword: "Fuguang, Fuguang, why do I think my opportunity is not right?" The sword was silent and unresponsive. Inside the sword, Fuguang squinted his eyes contentedly, refining the last trace of Tao Fruit essence. [In the early stage, the main point of view is the male protagonist, probably a nurturing male protagonist]