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Grandma Tells Strange Things
Weird wardrobe, red embroidered shoes, warm kang, listening to grandma tell old stories……………………………………………………
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No More Pretense at the Showdown, the Enemy Is My Husband
(If you don't mind the two male protagonists, don't read it. It's a mindless and cool article. Please don't go into it too deeply. Some content is posted on Weibo. If you want to read it and follow it, Weibo has the same name) Explosion! The top couple fell out] Enemies turned lovers? The opponent that the entire Internet has been scolding for three years is actually the real owner of my CP! Everyone in the entertainment industry knows that top singer Lan Yinxu and actor Lu Bingqian are incomp
332Reads6.3Score—Shelves
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Just Solve the Case, Why Are You Calling for Ghosts?
Jiang Chen, a master of folklore, was admitted to the criminal investigation team. While others used DNA and surveillance to solve cases, he used "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" and "The Collection of Abandoned Wrongs". When he actually called the "ghost" to the scene of a "red bride's murder case", the whole team went crazy.
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Post-00S Paper Maker: Paper Man Live Broadcast Room
Don't stare at the blue eyelids of the paper man in the live broadcast room of Zhizhapu at three o'clock in the night—— Luo Yuan never imagined that he would be forced to become a "midnight anchor" just three days after inheriting his grandfather's intangible cultural heritage paper shop. I wanted to display it to earn electricity bills, but when I was tying the paper figurine live, I found that the blood beads oozing from the bamboo strips overlapped with the message "The paper figurine you mad
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Rebirth in Yizhuang
Introduction to "Rebirth at the Yizhuang" In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, the "Palace of Life" at the foot of Qingwu Mountain changed its owner. Seventeen-year-old Zhou Changsheng clutched half of the "Yin Yang Burial Bone Sutra" left by his master and stared at the empty mountain road in shock. Three days ago, the always lazy old Taoist priest suddenly gave him the Yizhuang wooden plaque and said, "It's time for a living person to keep vigil in the town at the foot of the moun
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The Smuggling Queen Is Reborn as a New Recruit
New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!
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A Total of Ten Years and Many Years
New trees are planted at the entrance of the alley, Three pairs of shallow seals, half a handful of sand, Broken light grazed the tip of the ear and fell all over the white shirt. Taking shelter from the slanting rain under the eaves, listening to the sound of cicadas in front of the steps, Candy wrappers are tucked into old textbooks, The unsaid words were piled up layer after layer. Later, the wind blew the tree trunk and spread it over the base of the old wall. Some people put their thoughts
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I Just Ran into Your Arms
"The star track of the divine realm crashed into my arms" ——The peak showdown and thrilling game between e-sports double-A teams Reunion in Broken God Realm When top passer jungler "South" Nanyang met professional team captain "Feather" Lin Yu during a live broadcast, what exploded in the cracks of the canyon map was not only tactical sparks, but also a joke of fate. One is a lone assassin wandering through version changes, and the other is the ice beauty captain trapped in a tactical prison. No
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Next Victim
The disappeared victims, the hidden truth, is there a perfect crime, who will seek justice for them, and how long will the darkness of this world last?
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Talk About Those Evil Things
Huang Pixian squats on the kang Red eyes turn three times Banging the sky in the middle of the night The ghost door creaks open half way White lanterns hung on crooked neck tree The shadow lengthened nine feet three The rice vat rattled in the woodshed Who is counting the years of your life? (Hey... There are only three pleats left) (One pleat for a bowl of blood millet rice) (Two pleats pay off your debts from previous lives) (Three pleats——) Paper money is swirled and stuck to the window latti
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