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My Cousin Is Unusual
Others offer horse-topped incense, and those offered are Hu, Huang and Chang python. Under the red cloth in my house sits Emperor Dongyue. My name is Lin Ye. I am a sick young man at the foot of Changbai Mountain. I am famous because I threw Marlezi into the toilet where Li Erniang squatted when she was a child, and she was covered in shit. Just this collapse opened my eyes. From then on, Huang Pizi squatted on the beam of the house and made fun of me. Emperor Gaozu, who had been dead for more t
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Taoist Colored Glaze
She was born in the grass and grew up in a Taoist temple. She has a Taoist heart as clear as glass. Deep in the mountains, she discovers that she is an abandoned baby picked up by Taoist Priest Qingxu, named Liuli. Twenty years of days and nights.
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Lao Xian'er: My True Story
My name is Li Tieshan, a laborer who carries cement at the construction site. Until that night shift of the Ghost Festival, when I saw the shadow wearing a shroud and stepping in the air beside the foundation pit, I always thought that my mother's claim that I had "clean eyes" was a feudal superstition. Later I realized that that was not the beginning. A high fever that persists, prescriptions that I don't understand come out of my mouth, and I unconsciously sing weird tunes in the middle of the
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The Rebirth of the Poisonous Concubine: He Flirted with the Paranoid Powerful Official Again
Rebirth and revenge, mastery of medicine and poison, battle of wits and intrigues, chasing his wife in the crematorium, strong alliances, ultimate coolness, ultimate slap in the face, emotional sweetness, professional cheats, and strong contrasting characters
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Paper Man Knocks on the Door: My Life Is in Your Hands
When I was eight years old, someone poked a hole in my window. Through the small hole, I saw someone standing in the yard - my mother's best friend, Aunt Yun. The moonlight shines on her face and she is smiling. Smiling and smiling, his facial features disappeared, leaving only a blank piece of paper. The paper man is smiling at me. The next day, I dug out a small paper man under the old locust tree with my birthday and horoscope on the chest. Aunt Yun said: "Don't be afraid, I am your aunt." Bu
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