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Blood-Devouring Mother-In-Law and Hellish Daughter-In-Law
This is not a novel, it is the epitaph of thousands of women who were buried alive by feudal ethics. Zhang Xianfeng's evil is a curse carved on the bones, and Song Qian's tears are an endless stream of hell. When you open this book, you can smell the smell of corn crumbs mixed with the smell of blood, hear the muffled sound of the broom on your spine, and see how the iron chains of the old society cut into women's flesh and blood. This is an indictment written with blood and tears, and it is als
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Wind Control: from Traffic Jam to Racecourse
Under an overpass during the evening rush hour, sparks fly between the deliveryman Qing Xiaoguo's electric car and the pickup truck delivering horse food. This encounter, complete with whistles and arguments, makes him, who has the talent of "dynamic visual enhancement," form an indissoluble bond with equestrian veterinarian Ma Xiaoya. He didn't know it at the time, but his instinct for accurately predicting gaps in traffic would eventually become the sharp edge that dictates speed on horseback.
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Tongling Crossing: Secret Records of Carrying Corpses on the Yangtze River
At the Tongling Crossing in the middle of the Yangtze River, the river wind has carried the stench of corpses for decades. Chen Chungen is the last person to carry corpses here, clutching the "three no-carrying" rules passed down by his father: don't carry a corpse until the bell rings, don't rest under the coffin cliff, and never touch the corpse of a woman in red. But the arrival of city reporter Jia Zhuangwen completely broke this rule - he carried his sister's photo and insisted on Chen Chun
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My Second-Generation Rich Husband Is a Fake
"He said he would let me never have to work for the rest of my life." As Lin Wan clutched her resignation letter, her eyes shone with longing for a wealthy life. But on the third day after her marriage, she stood in the middle of the rented house with peeling walls and watched Zhou Mingxuan awkwardly explain that "the family company is temporarily unable to operate" and then realized that she had lost the bet. Her monthly salary of 20,000 yuan was once her source of confidence, but now it has be
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Dashan's Daughter's Counterattack
"You are just a bastard that no one wants!" Chen Nianxi had heard this sentence for twenty-four years. Her childhood was filled with rats in the firewood shed, the cold water in the cold winter, and endless beatings and scolding; her youth was filled with the hardships of working, the difficulty of studying, and the oppression of her relatives; her youth was filled with workplace strife, family drag, and secular prejudice. But no matter how dark the night is, it can't block the glimmer of light.
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