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My Sleeping Prince
A new neighbor moved into the community, and the boy turned out to be a handsome boy with autism! His family looks so weird, with a crazy mother, a strange stepfather, and an arrogant nanny. There must be some conspiracy here. Everything, with the intervention of the heroine Zhang Xiaochu, the mystery is slowly solved... Love, hate, and enmity, do you ultimately sin against yourself or punish others? Recommended: ld-yy Time: 031420102:44PM Recommended: ld-yy Time: 031920102:10PM Recommended: ld-
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Cemetery No. 2
A miserable female voice said faintly: "The tomb door is open, welcome to Cemetery No. 2..." When I woke up from the dream, Zou Yi was sleeping soundly with his back to me. He was snoring slightly and breathing evenly. I didn't think there was anything wrong... Nightmares, bats, ghosts, a villa in the wilderness fifteen years ago, a terrible nightmare that blurs life and death, the trajectory of things is spreading, who am I when I wake up from the dream? Who is he? It seems that everything has
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Fairy Sword: Fellow Immortals and Demons
Kung Fu has increased rapidly, and all kinds of immortal medicines are sold at stalls. Cute girls, fairies, elves, witches, and all kinds of beauties are in the arms. General Feipeng in his previous life has become both an immortal and a demon in this life. All immortal emperors and old demons must kneel down before me! It's not that I'm heartless, it's that you are unjust. When Jingtian knew that he had always been just cannon fodder, he became angry. Jingtian was so angry that everything turne
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Novel Collection
Collection of short stories, big stories, small stories This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
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Sad as a Song
Because of his father's last words, he tried hard to be a good person, but the wheel of fate drove him towards the abyss of evil. Gradually stepping into the footsteps of his father. At such a young age, the boy fell into the underworld and walked toward destruction step by step. Perhaps, he saw his way back from the beginning, but when the gangster faced her fiercely, he knew it was a pit of fire, but he still jumped in without hesitation. He had no choice. His fall was not an accident, but a p
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