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Honghuang, Why is My Wife Yunxiao?
Light Novel洪荒,我的妻子怎么是云霄
Yu Yunru
Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works! [System + Lao Liu + Fengshen Shuangwen] Travel through the prehistoric times and bind the most powerful check-in system! At the beginning, I met Nuwa by chance. She relied on her acting skills to pretend to be the Golden Immortal of the Hunyuan Dynasty. When she checked in, she was happy to mention the Hongmeng Creation Tower, the treasure of chaos! One day in the tower equals a thousand years in the outside world. The speed of cultivation is directly cheated. Jinxian, Taiyi and Daluo are soaring all the way!
Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works! [System + Lao Liu + Fengshen Shuangwen] Travel through the prehistoric times and bind the most powerful check-in system! At the beginning, I met Nuwa by chance. She relied on her acting skills to pretend to be the Golden Immortal of the Hunyuan Dynasty. When she checked in, she was happy to mention the Hongmeng Creation Tower, the treasure of chaos! One day in the tower equals a thousand years in the outside world. The speed of cultivation is directly cheated. Jinxian, Taiyi and Daluo are soaring all the way!

Marks of the Times, Echoes of Time
Realistic Fiction时代印记,岁月回响
Yu Yunru
The snow melts and the soil moistens, and the crops are cultivated in the clouds. Gather the soil with a rake and accompany it with your heart; Sow with sweat and blend with love. Spring in the Great Northern Wilderness, Melted with cinnamon, it warms the heart, Let the north and south winds Blowing through the side-by-side furrows, Let the young affection, On the black soil, it quietly takes root and lasts for many years.
The snow melts and the soil moistens, and the crops are cultivated in the clouds. Gather the soil with a rake and accompany it with your heart; Sow with sweat and blend with love. Spring in the Great Northern Wilderness, Melted with cinnamon, it warms the heart, Let the north and south winds Blowing through the side-by-side furrows, Let the young affection, On the black soil, it quietly takes root and lasts for many years.