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The Desperate Situation of Love, When All the Tears Are Gone
When the last tear fell into the mirror lake, I heard time whispering in the broken oath. In the late spring of that year, he came with a sword in his hand, his eyebrows as frosty as frost, but he left the hottest scar on my heart.
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Counterattack from a Poor Family: Bloodbath of Traitors in Court
When the cold wind picked up the copper bell on the vermilion palace door, I knelt in the snow, my back hurting like a knife. Blood slipped from the corner of his forehead, blurring his vision but unable to wash away his memory - that night, his father fell in front of the royal study room, holding a secret fold in his hand, which contained the secret that the current Holy Emperor most did not want to be known.
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Gangster Counterattack: Xian Xia Sweetly Loves Boomer Evil
The sun in July was fierce, and the stone roads in Qingyang City were burned by the sun. Yichen was wearing a patchwork patchwork of coarse cloth, holding an oil paper bag tightly in his arms, and ran wildly in the alley. The debt collector yelled from behind: "You little bastard! You've owed gambling debts for three months and you still want to run away? If you don't pay back today, I'll break your legs!" He nimbly turned into a dead end, secretly complaining that something was wrong. Looking
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The Golden-Finger Boy Counterattacks the Three Realms
The gravel on the roof of the cave fell like raindrops. Jiang Liu dragged Ling'er behind him. Tieniu swung his mace and swept across, smashing the approaching demon soldiers into powder. The Black Demon Messenger's bone whip penetrated the smoke like a poisonous snake and went straight to Jiangliu's throat. At the critical moment, the token suddenly burst into golden light and condensed into a shield in front of him. The bone whip struck on it and made a harsh metal collision sound. "Little bas
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A Gangster Cultivating Immortality, the Cheating King in the Blood Demon Palace
Among the mist-shrouded green mountains, a simple Taoist temple is looming. This is the Qingfeng Sect, which is quite famous in the world of immortality. At this time, in the square of the Taoist temple, a young man wearing ordinary old clothes was standing in the center. He had an ordinary appearance, but there was a cleverness in his eyes. He was Yifeng who had just been brought into Qingfengmen. Around him, many disciples in green robes gathered in twos and threes, looking at Yifeng and talki
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The Sweet Enemy of the Grumpy Immortal Lord
The dusk is like ink, gradually soaking in the glazed tiles of Qingxiao Sect. Yun Che held the wooden sword soaked in sweat and watched Xuanfeng perform his exquisite swordsmanship in the center of the dojo, while the surrounding disciples praised him one after another. He looked down at his worn Taoist robe, turned around and was about to leave, but heard harsh comments coming from behind him. "With his qualifications, he still expects to succeed in cultivation?" "Last time the sect was at the
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The Son-In-Law Counterattacks: the Wealthy Family Is Back in Trouble
When a rusty wedding ring shone with blood on a rainy night, I suddenly remembered that I was just the annoying son-in-law of the Lin family. But no one told me that sleeping in this body is the "Echo of Destiny" - the ability to hear the whispers of the future.
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Sweet Talk About Sharing a House: the Cold-Blooded Man Fell for It
The morning light shines on Qiao Yue's desk through the glass curtain wall of the office building. She bites the bun and clicks her fingers on the keyboard to type the plan. His short, shoulder-length hair was a little messy, but his eyes were bright. From time to time, he glanced at the closed office of the next department - that was Shen Mo's territory. "Qiao Yue!" The supervisor's roar suddenly sounded behind her. Her hands shook in fright and the bun fell on the keyboard. The supervisor hel
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Rookie in the Workplace Counterattacks Sweet Love Story
The morning light, carrying the chirping of cicadas at the end of August, passed through the glass curtain wall of the office building and bounced on Lin Yue's brand new work badge, reflecting tiny spots of light. She raised her head, looked at the towering building in front of her, took a deep breath, her ponytail swayed happily with her movements, her white sneakers lightly kicked on the ground, and she rushed into the revolving door in a hurry. The air-conditioning hit her face, mixed with th
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Detective Breaking the Bureau: the Mystery of the Symbol Killing Bureau
The heavy rain washed away the neon lights of the city. Shen Yuan stood outside the cordon of the crime scene, his black windbreaker rustling in the wind. He rubbed his chin, his eyes scanning the mess on the ground like a hawk. The third time happened, the same modus operandi, the same death message - there was a rose in the victim's heart, and a twisted "M" written in blood next to him. "Shen Yuan!" Officer Chen's roar penetrated the rain, "It's you again! You were at the scene of the three m
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Criminal Police Undercover: the Story of Catching a Murderer with Laughter
At three o'clock in the morning, the neon tubes sizzled in the rain. Chen Yu rubbed his chin and glanced at the broken windows of the jewelry store. The glass ballast reflected the red and blue light of the police car's ceiling lights outside the cordon. The jade necklace worth millions on the counter disappeared, leaving only half of the bloody steel wire. "Old rule, chewing gum sticks to the blind spot of the camera." Zhao Gang squatted on the ground, and the flashlight beam illuminated the s
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Iron-Blooded War God Breaks the Sky
When the last signal flare pierced the polar night sky, I knew that the war buried under the glacier had finally awakened. I am Lin Xiao, the former king of special forces, but now I am involved in a conspiracy spanning three generations. The legend of the Iron-blooded God of War is not a glory, but a curse.
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