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During the Pregnancy Test, Xianjun Handed over Abortion Pills
Jun Lintian's voice was as cold as the ice in the ninth heaven, without a trace of warmth. He held a celadon bowl with his slender fingers. The dark concoction in the bowl was steaming, and the pungent bitter taste penetrated his nose. I knelt on the cold hall, my knees hurt by the jade floor through my thin dress and turned pale.
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After Reading the Mind, the Top Camouflage Is Torn Apart
Before I could recover, the handsome young man in a suit standing in front of me sighed, turned to his assistant and said, "Let's reshoot this. Sister Su seems to have been distracted again."
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Picked up the Amnesia Demon King
Shen Miaorong's voice came through the gap in the wall, as thin as the tip of a needle: "Don't worry, Mr. Yanzhou, that girl's mother left a letter before she died, saying that the fetus in her belly has supernatural blood. I have added ingredients to the labor-inducing soup, and as soon as tonight is over, she will give birth to the child on the altar.
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I Am God's Takeaway Boy
"Lu Xinghe! Do you still have the nerve to look at your phone?" My mother's voice burst out from the kitchen, accompanied by the crisp sound of the spatula hitting the stove, "Your father and I worked up early and stayed up until late to help you study, and you just got this score?
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The Ending of History Has Been Rewritten
In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, the autumn rain continued. Shen Qingwu, the young shopkeeper of Guzhi Zhai, was repairing ancient ancient books that had been damaged by insects when he accidentally discovered an unnamed diary with a cowhide cover. Turning over the yellowed page, Guichou's fountain pen in small letters recorded the dream about the river.
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Historical Time and Space Imprints
At the Liangzhu Cultural Archaeological Site, graduate student Gu Wanzhou was cleaning up the jade cong fragments when a pale golden pattern suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He thought it was a hallucination caused by hypoglycemia and did not disclose it. After finishing the work, I explored the site at night, and the golden lines appeared again under the moonlight, intertwining into the sacrificial illusion of three thousand years ago.
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