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Hidden Heir: Family Hunting Game
The blades of the ceiling fan in the detective office struggled to cut through the sultry air, making a regular "creak, creak" sound, like a pendulum in disrepair. Lu Chengan leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingertips on the table, and his eyes fell on the dark red edge of the envelope. Fire paint seal. The solidified wax shows a gloomy dark red color, with two seal characters "Jingyuan" pressed in the middle, the lines are complicated and cold. He was in no hurry to dismantle it. The sour
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Marrying the Sword God to Guard the Lonely City
Cry? Making trouble? That is the weak catharsis. She is a once-in-a-thousand-year-old genius of the Yaoguang Immortal Sect. She has read all three thousand Taoist canons of the sect since she was seven years old. She condensed gas into liquid at the age of thirteen, and already touched the threshold of becoming a god at the age of eighteen. Her whole life, she has been associated with "calmness" and "calculation". At this moment, her mind was working rapidly, cutting, reorganizing, and analyzing
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I, the County Police Officer, Tell Fortunes to Win the World Cup
I just want to get off work on time, who wants to be a spy? It was just after Mao hour, the sky turned gray, and the gate of the Kaifeng government office was still stained with dew from last night. Unexpectedly, a black boot stained with mud suddenly kicked the stool leg, with such force that he almost knocked him out of his dream and directly into the underworld. Feng himself was completely stunned. He stood there stupidly, his heart beating wildly. A bizarre image flashed through his mind
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After Rebirth, My Voice Was Overheard by the Charterer
Shen Xu raised his hands stiffly. They were young hands with clear joints that had not yet been calloused by official documents and power. He... Was reborn? Back when I was twenty, before everything started. This year, he was still a poor and unknown prison student in the Imperial College. And his father, who was a high-ranking Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, had not yet met the tragic end of being executed because he was on the wrong team. Now that he has returned to the Imperia
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The System Forced Me to Be a Magician, and the Iceberg Female General Was Tortured
"The iron mouth is straight, one hexagram and ten articles, no money is allowed!" In Yong'anfang City in the early morning, he squatted behind his rag flag and shouted with a voice that was almost smoking. In a copper basin with missing corners in front of him, there lay alone a few copper plates that he had thrown in last night to support the scene, reflecting a desolate light in the morning light. "The iron mouth is straight, one hexagram and ten articles, no money is allowed!" In Yong'anfa
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