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Guanmenzhai
1. Look at people first, not fate first. 2. When asking about wealth, don't mention windfall; when asking about longevity, don't mention the date of death. 3. Able to use human resources to solve problems without resorting to magic. 4. You can follow the trend, but you cannot create momentum out of thin air. 5. Small things can be hidden, but major disasters cannot be concealed. 6. You can get money by saving people, but you can't get life by harming people. 7. Pictures only describe images, not
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What Should I Do If a Handsome Tanhua Moves Across the Door and Keeps Flirting with Me?
The talented man, Tan Hua Lang, has been neglecting food and tea recently. There was no other reason - he fell in love with the little widow selling tofu across the door. Naihe Lang was in love with his concubine unintentionally. Not only did he turn a blind eye to his advances, he was also followed by a covetous brother-in-law who shouted "sister-in-law, sister-in-law" all day long, guarding against him like a thief. Has Lu Qinghuai ever suffered such a setback? As soon as he closed the paper f
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The System Asked Me to Pretend to Be an Expert. I Really Didn't Fool You.
Masters don't exist. Lu Chen once traveled through time and became a low-level casual cultivator in the world of immortality. He has no resources, no connections, and his cultivation level is only at the fourth level of Qi training. Fortunately, he has awakened the expert system panel. As long as he fools others into believing that he is an expert, he can gain expert points and use the system functions. [You choose to use the identification function to identify the golden elixir stage female cul
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The Moon Knows
He fled from Shanghai, Covered in rain, full of fatigue, pockets empty. He is a quiet clay sculpture craftsman in a small town, Keep secrets and keep loneliness. A theft caused two strangers to live under the same lamp. One month, thirty days, seven hundred and twenty hours. They have finished talking their whole life, I have made love for a lifetime, I shed a lifetime of tears. The moon hangs on the old locust tree, The wishing lot was flying in the wind. The lights go out and they embrace. T
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