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lit. the path of a skilled woman (idiom); fig. noble and virtuous woman
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Categories: knight-errant
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Once traveled across the world, the cool schoolmaster turned into a loli. I'll be a human being again, watch me travel the path of immortality and ascend to the spirit world. Upgrade + plot, orthodox female cultivation, thank you for your support.
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Nine Suns Divine Kung Fu..
Author: rough cucumber..
BFan has a son, the name of the bucket, the simpleton demented phase, not allowed to wisdom root, ignorant to cultivate, eight years old in charge of the Kunlun Church, practiced the "Nine Suns Divine Power", miss the lifelong regrets, yyyyyyy holy product readers to prolong their lives.
The Legend of the Yellow ..
Author: Dragon's Pride..
B To avoid the world, to set the world in order, there is no one else in the world who can match. The world is unrivaled in this world. The world is unrivaled in this world. The world is unrivaled in this world. The blood of the red face and the tears of the heroes, but they say that there is a lot of love but no hate. Who can compete with him when he looks at the world? Heroic spirit, ultimately difficult to resist the love of children. When love is strong, where is it? No regrets, no tirelessness, no movement. The way of the emperor is
Nocturnal Martial Artist..
Author: froth..
BI've been grinding a sword for ten years, but the dark night can't hide the coldness of the frosty blade. Now I am happy to indulge in revenge, and dance through the vicissitudes of the world, and my dreams are also broken. Cao Heng: Night, a profound world, a wide stage that reveals the primitive nature and fascinating dreams. Tian Creeper: Although I use a sword, I am not a swordsman. I am an assassin, a killer who specializes in assassinating others in the dark of night in order to gain wealth. Fluttering: Although I also have a pair of beautiful wings, I am not a butterfly, but a night moth, a night moth that can only learn to secretly dance like a butterfly under the cover of the night. Mo Tao: Don't call me the lord of the manor, I wasn't before, I'm not now, and I'll never be the lord of the Yuhuang Mountain Villa!
Arctic hunting..
Author: autumn dream marks..
B"Master, what place is this?" "Kid, this is Tai Zhao City, your kid has entered the Central Plains for half a year already, and asks so many questions." A short and fat old man with a fifteen or sixteen years old kid, at this time dragging and dragging, walking not only slowly, but also doing lazy and loose towards the outside of Xikang Sun City, they are not coming out from the city, but around the city...
a thousand pounds..
Author: Mansion Sky..
BDon't look at me with your contemptuous eyes, I know I don't have your status and honor. Don't look at me with your sneering eyes, I know I don't have your strong force. Don't look at me with your mocking eyes, I know I don't have your money. Everything has a beginning and will have an end. Humble me, can only be in the dark, silent smile ...... a thousand words.
Start with White Snake...
Author: imaginary point..
BWear into the "White Snake" and become Xu Xian's uncle. Whether to protect Xu Xian from demons, or to temper Xu Xian's love of goblins and fulfill this human-demon romance, this is a difficult problem ...... -- Demons and devils say they are good, why did the old rivers and mountains turn into a sea of blood? ------ The protagonist is an orphan and values affection. If Xu Xian loves the demon, he supports it; if Xu Xian doesn't, he supports it. Because it is kin. (Welcome to read, no more explanation, do not look away.)
prescribed fire..
Author: I don't know..
B"Ghost king, your fire can only burn others, how to burn me!" A red and white, white and colorless flames, hot and burning, the surrounding air within a dozen feet, all can not withstand the distortion, however, in this fire, but the clearness of the
sprouts from a stump..
Author: chalk instrument..
B"Blood splattered in the palace, a night of revelry. Some people drink alone in front of the end of the world, some people lie drunk on the edge of the river of forgetfulness. Ten more years, dusty face. Who's green silk flying snow? Who sleeps long? Who meet strangers but not see!" Flying red sleeve layer like blood, that dance is the sleeve or body surging hot? What kind of secret is hidden in that blood, which makes the world be amazed...