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Little Fairy Raising Milk Baby in Gourd
The rain was like pouring water, it just fell on the ground! Shi Jing thought to himself that he was really unlucky. I just went into the mountains to collect some medicine. How could I encounter such bad weather that I haven't encountered in many years? He stretched out his hand to wipe the rainwater from his face, opened his mouth and cursed: "Master, who are you trying to fool around with! If you keep doing this, believe it or not, I'll pick all your Ganoderma miraculous medicine!" He cursed
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Jiuli Witch Cuju Order
Suddenly, there was a burst of noise, as if someone had thrown a stone into the calm lake, and it suddenly disturbed the tranquility of Zhiyun Embroidery Workshop. "Ms. Su! Go and take a look quickly. Something happened at Old Zhoutou's place!" Su Jiuli was busy making Cuju brocade boots stitch by stitch. He was suddenly startled by the sudden shout, and his hand trembled. The silver needle pricked his fingertip at once, and a drop of blood immediately seeped out and spread on the slippery broca
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Daughter's Name on the Chess Scale
The rain pattered on the shabby roof of the woodshed. Every drop of rain was like a cold hammer, making Su Tan's body tremble. She shrank back into the shadows, and a damp and torn blanket was the only thing she had to shield her from the ruthless rainstorm and the heart-wrenching coldness of the late autumn night. Her fingers were so cold that they were numb and purple, but she was still clutching a torn book - "Nine Chapters of Chess", as if this book could save her life. To be honest, from a
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Tomb Guards: Records of the Hundred Coffins
The night was as dark as if someone had knocked over the ink bottle. It was so dark that it felt so thick that I couldn't even dissolve it. What about Zhenlingling? Chen Xuanzheng took a bamboo broom and swept the tombstones that were in disarray. The words on the tombstone have long been blown by the wind, sun, and rain, and have become mottled. Only a few words can be read clearly. "Hey, everyone is dead, how can they be divided into three, six, and nine grades?" Chen Xuan spat at an unmarked
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