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Wuyuan's Trick
At the moment when the starry sky was torn apart, Ling Su's consciousness was like a handful of ashes blown away by the strong wind, desperately gathering in the endless fall. In the end, there were only two words that burned the bone marrow: "Crystal of Wuyuan", and the identity imprinted deep in the soul - a remnant of the Xingqiong Clan. In addition, the past is like a shattered glass cup, leaving only sharp but impossible pieces that sting every thought. He slammed into a soft and moist laye
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Splendid Little Medicine Lady: Taking Her Blind Brother to Escape Famine
A strong force suddenly came from behind, and Yun Nuonuo rolled down the slope uncontrollably like a broken sack. "I really believe you, Zhao Laipi!" There was a buzz in her head, and her CPU almost burned out. The old face of the clan leader Li Changshou was still lingering in front of her eyes, saying that there was something wrong with the feng shui of the ancestral tomb, and that she was forced to come to the mountains behind this forbidden area to pick some "resurrection grass". She was an
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The Useless Empress Has Gone Crazy
The cold, sticky touch was the first signal Shen Jingzhe received when he returned to consciousness. She lay on the straw mat that smelled of musty and urine, and every bone was sore and weak. His throat felt as if it had been scalded with a hot iron or filled with burning coals. Every weak breath brought a tearing pain. Not to mention speaking, even swallowing saliva became a torture. She tried to cough, but a strong smell of rust rushed straight into her throat, and she suppressed it again. Do
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Chasing Wife at the Crematorium: Abandoned Daughter's Daily Counterattack
It rained like the sky was leaking. Su Nuan stood outside the carved iron door of the Su family villa. The pink dress on her body was quickly soaked by the rain, and it stuck to her skin wetly, making her feel bitingly cold. The sound of the door closing behind her was very soft, as soft as the weight of her eighteen years in this home. Three hours ago, she was sitting at the end of the long dining table that could accommodate twenty people, listening to her father say in a tone like announcing
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