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Direct Family Policy: Concubine Heads the Family
## Direct family policy: Concubine head of the family Chapter 1 Watching the temple in the cold night, hiding the front in the shadows The Great Zhou Dynasty, the 20th year of Qing'an. The heavy goose-feather snow was falling down like it was for free. The whole city of Qing'an was made silent by the heavy snow, and there was a vast expanse of white everywhere. Such a day, most people would already want to get under the covers, hug their warm wife, and drink some wine, that's how beautiful it is
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Prehistoric: Handyman Cook, Be Killed After the Skill Points Are Maxed Out
It was three o'clock in the morning, and the sky had just turned a bluish-grey color that looked like fish belly white. In the kitchen behind Chanjiao, Jiang Mo was breathing heavily and swinging his ax. "Click - click -" The sound of wood being split was too harsh in this quiet morning. He was wearing coarse linen clothes, stained with firewood chips and mud, and the backs of his hands were red from the cold, but he didn't dare to stop. Why? It's just because his mother has a bad background. In
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My Mother Forced Me to Marry a Wealthy Family, but I Married a Poor Boy in a Flash Marriage.
The headphones cut out the noise in the dormitory. Lin Xi's fingertips tapped on the digital tablet, and the lines on the screen danced, with colors layered on top of each other. This is a theme poster designed for the school culture and arts festival. Vitality, creativity, and youthful tension. She is very satisfied with her work. In the signature area in the lower right corner, she skillfully typed the words "Propaganda Department" instead of her own name. That's enough. She enjoys this kind o
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My Mother Is the Best in the Hospital
In 1985, in a small industrial town in the north, the air smelled of coal ash and restlessness. In the narrow room of Tongzilou, Li Daqiang spread the mimeographed newspaper on his lap, and the wrinkled paper could not cover up the bold words - "Ten Thousand Yuan Household". His fingers crossed those three words, and his heart beat in his chest. Twenty-year-old Li Daqiang is a glorious fitter at the Red Star Machinery Factory, holding an iron job that everyone envies. But at this moment, he only
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My TV Rang
The dim light is the only source of light in this small house in Tongzilou. The tungsten filament of the light bulb burned red, barely illuminating a family of five huddled together. The air was mixed with the residual warmth of the food, and there was a damp smell that couldn't be washed away. "Where on earth are these clothes hung? If you hang them here, you will have to walk sideways." Mother was grumbling as she cleared away the dishes, wiping the rag back and forth on the greasy tabletop. F
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Whoever Confesses First Loses
Before the early morning sunlight could penetrate the narrow corridor of Tongzilou, it was shattered by the nagging voice of my mother, Wang Xiulan. "Xiao Ming! I can't afford it! If I keep bothering with the morning shift in the factory, I'll be late again!" Li Xiaoming turned over and covered his head in the patched thin quilt. Outside the house, the sounds of scissors being sharpened, the cries of tofu noodle sellers, and the sound of washing under the neighbor's faucet intertwined into a sym
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The Era of Immortal Cultivation: I Just Want to Be a Waste
Chapter 1: The daily life of a time traveler cultivating immortality and the weird golden finger The rough wooden boards rubbed Lin Fan's back, and the air was mixed with the sour smell of dust and wood mold. He opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar darkness. The adobe walls were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the flames of an oil lamp struggled in the corner, pulling his shadow crookedly. There was an unfamiliar feeling of weakness in his body, his limbs were all empty, and he couldn't
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2079: I Lie Down and the School Belle Gives Me Money
It was the illusion that the soul was forcibly torn apart and roughly sewn back together. In 2079, in the cold execution room, a metal syringe penetrated the neck. His name is Li Ming, the world's top AI ethics researcher. Because he touched the restricted area of "space-time technology", he was defined as a target for elimination. At the last second when consciousness dissipated, the dying AI assistant "Echo" in his brain initiated the agreement to die together. [Consciousness beacon reversal
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Taoist Priest with Strange Eyes: Redemption Book of All Strange Fears
It was getting dark, like a big black cloth falling slowly, blocking the last bit of sunset light. The mountain wind whistled through the woods, and the sound was like a ghost crying quietly, which sent chills down one's spine. On the border of the Jokhang Dynasty, there is a particularly remote mountain village. This village is not famous. At this time, the whole village was enveloped in a strange silence. Ning Chengzhen, a young Taoist priest wearing torn Taoist robes, was following his master
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Card Owner from a Poor Family: Thousand-Year-Old Secrets in the Ancestral Tablets
The cold winter wind kept blowing against the window lattice as if it was free of charge. The wind was like a knife. Su Chenzhou sat up from the bed with a bang, and all his sleepiness disappeared. "Brother... Brother..." In the darkness, his sister Su Wanniang's crying voice came over, like a cat's claws scratching his heart. Su Chenzhou quickly reached out to touch the oil lamp on the bedside to light it. When the dim light came on, they saw Su Wanniang's face as white as paper, her tears fall
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