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Creation Jade Butterfly: Origin
The world has been broken, the ancient saints died in battle, and the ancient heaven was defeated. The human race has been fighting against the alien demons for tens of thousands of years. Fate is bad and things are unpredictable. The sudden arrival of the Sirians broke the balance. The human race suffered a tragic victory, and the prophet saint found the last glimmer of hope for the human race at the cost of his last life... Welcome to witness the legendary story of Yang Jian... This novel and
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Peach Blossoms Begin to Bloom on the Mountain
Are the demons necessarily the bad guys, and the gods the good guys? Why was it that there were only three major races, the gods, the human race, and the demon race, but no news was heard from the demon race? Why do everyone in our village have the surname Luo? Regarding these issues, my grandfather told me a story from a long time ago, saying that this is the origin of our last name... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be i
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A World Coexisting with Demons
Human beings may not have expected that one day their indiscriminate deforestation and wanton slaughter of living creatures would have serious consequences. It would take hundreds or even thousands of years for creatures to become monsters. Because of human destruction, many cubs had no time to grow up and were strangled in their cradle, causing dissatisfaction among the monster clan. Later, until a century-old catastrophe suddenly changed the original appearance of the world overnight, the mons
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Love Never Stops
The background is selected from the story of a blogger who was married and in love. The story of childhood sweethearts for more than 20 years came to an end a few days ago. The 23-year love did not come from heaven but was lost to illness. When the novel comes closer to reality, it is full of knives. Old friends are not seen in the spring, and the mountains and rivers are respected but not the past. Their love shouldn't end like this... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any si
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The Secret of Words
Words not only have character, but also soul. Through the surface form of the text and looking directly at the deep meaning contained in the text, you can not only understand the writer's state of mind, but also appreciate the mystery hidden in the text, and let people draw inexplicable power from it. Either it enriches the barren soul, or it calms the raging resentment, or it comforts the depressed loneliness, or it gives the motivation to move forward... When you don't understand it, it is jus
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Tonight or Not
I heard that the eldest lady of the Shen family was the most beautiful woman in the capital, but unfortunately she was not lucky because she and Prince Ruan were a good story in the capital at that time. Ten years have passed and the story of Miss Shen and Mr. Ruan is still circulating in Kyoto. Twenty years ago, a baby was born with an orange-red glow. Outside the window, the sky and the earth were the same color, and the sky was filled with orange-red. The first lady of the Shen family was bor
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Green Tea Cannot Be Brewed When Exposed to Cold Water
A boy who is a straight man in front of outsiders, but is a "warm boy" in front of his partner. He teases each other all day long. When he is bored and wants to tease others, green tea is delivered to his door one day. It is a God-given opportunity. They say that straight men are the nemesis of green tea. So what kind of story will happen when little green tea meets a straight man? See how straight men deal with the green tea delivered to their door This novel and its characters are purely fict
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The Wind of April Blows into the Arms of May
The wind of April blows into the arms of May. Seven days in a row are the joy of you and me. There is a little warmth of the sun in the cold wind. The snowflakes of January float into the arms of willow buds. The secret love of January turns into the longing of July. Our meeting is probably fate. Watching the cherry blossoms ten miles away and the starry sky thousands of miles away, we quietly record our little life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely c
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