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The Fortune-Telling Princess: Marry a Thousand-Year-Old Man
She, Lu Wan Ning, was the leader of a family in the apocalyptic world. Once she opened her eyes, she became a 'sacrifice' sent to the Prince Regent's Palace. Let's just say sacrifices. We have our own way of making sacrifices. What? What's going on at the Regent's Palace? Dark clouds are pressing down, and the entire palace is surrounded by black air. This kind of place is either built in a mass grave, or there is very serious filth in the palace. It is impossible for a living person to survive
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After Rebirth: the Emperor's Master's Young Lady Becomes Richest in the World
"Gu Yunxuan, I hope you and I don't meet each other in the next life." They didn't want to meet each other, but fate played a trick on them, and they returned to the beginning of their entanglement. Hui Niang, the madam of Jiangzhanglou, no, under that human skin mask, is a face that captivates all living beings. Her real name is Shu Ning. She is the subjugated princess of a mysterious ancient country, and she is also the poor orphan girl of the Gu family who has worked hard for half her life. O
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Tide Yan Is the Wind
The first half is a love story between men. As for the second half, you can taste it yourself... In this world, there is such a mysterious race. They are human beings, but they are not, just because they have infinite lifespan and are more powerful and omnipotent than humans. In the human world, in order to avoid causing panic, a very small number of people are aware of their existence. Human beings have to seek their help for any supernatural or weird incidents. Therefore, this race is called "
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Late Night Conversations: Cross-Border Chats of the Literary and Historical Group
After closing at night, my library begins to automatically write the erased history. The yellowed pages of the book moved automatically without wind, and the pen continued writing crazily in the blank space: Marx and Li Bai drunkenly discussed revolution and poetry, Joan of Arc and Hua Mulan exchanged flames and blades, and Dante's hell layer overlapped with Du Fu's broken mountains and rivers. I am Lin You, the administrator of ancient books. The dark red notebook left by my grandfather reads
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