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Tuanzi Drew His Sword Angrily: If You Touch My Head Again, I Will Blow up Your Alchemy Furnace.
In the Lingquan in the back mountain of Lingxi Sect, "A Yuan", a little dumpling who had just broken out of his shell, was wearing a wet body, holding a rusty iron sword with a handle higher than himself, and glared at the elders who came to watch: "Touch your head again! I, I will blow up your alchemy furnace!" No one knew that this squishy little guy was an ancient alien species, and no one knew that her "explosion of the furnace" was not a bluff - one second she was squealing for spiritual fr
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The Prince's Unruly Daughter
There is a little troublemaker in the prince's palace. Getting into trouble is a daily routine and admitting mistakes is a show. The prince has a headache every day how to clean up the mess. Trouble 1: Breaking the crown prince's writing brush and still saying confidently: "Who told you to write so beautifully? I'm jealous!" Trouble 2: At the banquet at the Hou Mansion, he deliberately knocked over the imperial concubine's favorite bird's nest, and even said with a wink, "Oh, my hands are slipp
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The Rules of Love in a Cubicle
In the reinforced concrete cubicle, KPI is the sword hanging from the ceiling, the conference room is the battlefield without smoke, and love is the variable that accidentally breaks in. Su Wan, a newcomer in the planning department, fell out with the cold-faced director Lu Chengyu due to a "coffee spilling accident" on her first day of employment. He was a "data machine" that was feared by the whole company, while she was a wild person who believed in "inspiration above all else". From the tit-
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Neon Corpse Talk
The neon city at midnight is always full of strange things - the suicide notes of suicides contain handwriting that does not belong to them, the bloodstains of missing persons spell out strange symbols in the surveillance corners, and the corpses in the morgue always change positions at three o'clock in the morning. As soon as Interpol Lin Jiang was transferred, he encountered a series of murders. The deceased had a neon tube stuck in his throat and strange symbols reflected in his pupils. As th
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