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Doing Charity to Extend Your Life Unexpectedly Tied the Destiny of the Country
The rain in Beijing is endless as soon as it starts, and it is so thin and dense that it seems to weave the entire sky into a gray net. The bluestone pavement on the street has been washed clean, and people's shadows can be reflected. There are few pedestrians, and occasionally a few are holding oil-paper umbrellas and walking in a hurry. The plaque of "Wu Shi Zhai" looked a little blurry in the rain, and the wood was deeply soaked by the rain, giving off an old smell. Gu Yesi was half-lying on
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Rejected After Being Reborn, I Became the Richest Man in the World by Listening to Advice
At the end of the covered bridge, it was misty and rainy. Wei Chuxun leaned against the beauty, and the snow-white Persian cat in his arms yawned lazily and rubbed its head against his arms. He was wearing a very loose blue robe, with a circle of snow-white fox fur around the collar, which made his face become even more pale, so white that it almost blended in with the water vapor in the sky. He had been ill for a long time, or rather, for as long as he could remember. A gust of moist wind blew
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I Asked You to Be a Security Guard and You Kicked the CEO Off the Stage.
Ye Yi'an squatted at the entrance of the alley and carefully removed the reasonably good spiritual power watch from the wrist of the "Mad Dog" King. As he was taking it apart, he was thinking about it in his mind. If you take this watch to the black market and deduct the middleman's commission, you can exchange it for about 300 credit points. The few low-quality spiritual stones in Mad Dog King's arms could be sold for a hundred dollars in total. The sharpened vibranium dagger on his waist was a
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Driving Me Out of the House and Taking Away the Country's Fortune with My Backhand, You're in Trouble
The wheels of the carriage rolled across the bluestone road, making a "clunking" sound, unhurriedly, like a dying old man moving. Yan Shuchen opened the corner of the car curtain and saw the familiar red walls and high tiles of the capital. After ten years of absence, nothing seems to have changed here. It still looks grand but rotten on the inside. A gust of wind rushed in, and he couldn't help it, and there was an itch in his throat. "Cough... Cough cough..." He quickly put down the curtain, t
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