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Flowers in Shanghai: Drawings and Guns
In the late autumn of the 13th year of the Republic of China, the water in the Huangpu River was turbid and brown, like an overturned inkstone. Shen Zhiyi stood on the deck of the Kangti. The hem of her windbreaker was lifted by the river wind, revealing the moon-white Parisian dress underneath. When she wore this skirt to board the ship three years ago, the hem could still cover her ankles, but now it is shorter. On the exposed calf, there is a scar scratched by a nail during surveying and mapp
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The Hou Men's Stand-In: the Dark Lord Hou's Wife-Chasing Burial Ground
The late spring rain wraps up the moisture from the south of the Yangtze River, weaving a haze on the bluestone slabs. The bamboo curtain of "Tingxue Teahouse" was lifted by the wind, and Lin Zhaozhao's hand holding the copper pot paused slightly - three newly brewed Biluochuns were steaming, but a few shadows suddenly hit the tea smoke. "Lin Dafu! You're such an old gambler, you'd better hide!" The rough male voice was like a poisoned needle, making all the teahouse guests shrink their necks. L
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Longshan Waste Wood: Ancestral Temple Sacred Stone
The morning sun, with a hint of coolness, shone on the Longshan tribe's martial arts field, and also on Zhu Xiaoqi's slightly pale face. He was standing on the edge of the martial arts arena, holding a broom tightly in his hand, as if the broom could give him something to rely on. "Zhu Xiaoqi, you loser! Didn't you introduce Qi into your body?!" Zhu Sanpo's face was smeared with low-quality paint, and she looked like a bad actor on the stage. At this time, she was using her sharp and mean voice,
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