One Piece: Invincible Starting From The Fruit Of Words - Chapter 75 Don’t Kill, All The Supernovas Are Dead!

Ms Shen goes about her usual days while Mr Bo flirts with her relentlessly.

The first time Yuan Zhi met Song Jiyun, she was conspiring with her milk brother to seize the family fortune;The second time Yuan Zhi encountered Song Jiyun, she and her milk brother were framing others in a deceit;The third time Yuan Zhi came across Song Jiyun, that milk brother of hers was finally no longer by her side, but there she was, casting flirtatious glances at his good friend...A man can only tolerate so much, and he could not bear it. Yuan Zhi decided... to feed himself to the tiger, and capture this enchantress, Song Jiyun!“Nine Layers of Purple” Collector's Anniversary Edition became available on September 11, 2022! We welcome everyone's interest!

Also known as: It turns out that I am a double cultivation grass *#*

Xizhou has become a grass in the cultivation world.
The grass is an ordinary dreaming grass. What is unusual is that the owner of this medicine field is a fairy-like and jade-colored senior sister.

Xizhou originally thought that the grass was stable, but who would have expected the elder sister to be plotted, her cultivation base would be destroyed, and her life would not be long.
At the moment of life and death, Xi Zhou accidentally fell into her dream…

After waking up from the dream, Senior Sister’s cultivation has recovered.
Disciples: Can this be restored? How did you do it?
Sister:–
(Can she say that being with a woman in a dream is indescribable)

From now on…
The elder sister was seriously injured, and Xizhou fell into a dream.
The elder sister’s inner alchemy is broken, and Xizhou falls into a dream
Senior Sister is pregnant, Xi Zhou… dumbfounded *#*

small theater
Senior Sister: Can you change the way you treat?
Xizhou: I don’t want to either, do you think I’m willing to do it?
Senior Sister: Shameless!
Xizhou: “…”

1. Have a child, first in harmony and then in love.
2. It is not a large fantasy, and there are many private settings.
3. It is purely fictitious, and the writing is white.
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Content Labels: Soul Transformation Xianxia Cultivation Sweet Text

Search keywords: protagonists: Xi Zhou, Zhai Wangyou ┃ supporting roles: countless ┃ others: sweet text

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