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... wonder if it is due to time constraints, this woman calls her by her first name, no longer the "Brother Lu" of previous years.

"Lu Chang'an, didn't you say that you were good at healing, and that you were able to grow up healthy and healthy black water turtles?"

Zhou Qingxuan turned her pretty eyes and cast her eyes on the black water turtle by the lotus pond.

Sensed the gaze of the beast master in the late foundation establishment period.

The mysterious wate ...

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College graduate, Su Ming, accidentally became a temporary worker at the Super Zoo and gained the ability“Friend of Animals,” allowing him to communicate with animals, and even control them!Additional Tags: ACTION, ADVENTURE, MAGIC, SUPERPOWERS, EVOLUTION, URBAN, BEASTTAMING

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His Royal Highness the King of Han, who was afraid of the dark and ghosts and loved to cry, has always been the good baby of the princess.
Until one day, His Royal Highness the King of Han found a book in the bookstore…
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Chapter 80 – Mist Tower

I Keep Reincarnating, Why Is He Still Alive?

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.