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May the Rest of Your Life Be Sunny
Three generations of bookkeepers! Under the demolition order, she used her ancestral ties to fight for capital, but the cold-faced architect unexpectedly changed her plan for her and turned the old bookstore into a cross-generational cultural landmark! A demolition order hits the century-old Qinghuan Bookstore. The inheritor Su Qingyan clings to the legacy of her ancestors, but she encounters the cold-faced architect Lu Shiyan who wants to bulldoze the old store! From the tense confrontation,
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Game Power Training Is Broadcast Live in the World of Immortality
Liu Xiaojie, the first generation trainer in the national service, died suddenly overnight and became the most useless handyman in the world of immortality. His spiritual roots were so bad that the detection stone flashed red, and his cultivation was stuck at the first level of Qi Refining for three years. ** Until he bound to the [Cultivation Live Broadcast Room] - the audience is the entire world of immortality. Alchemy furnace? The barrage flooded the screen with "108 Remedy Postures for a
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The Uncle in the Dragon Robe Is a Modern Man and No Longer Wants to Be an Emperor.
The uncle in the dragon robe is a modern man and no longer wants to be an emperor. I, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji, had just come out of the terrible thing of subjugating the country, and I turned around and found myself on the main road of Kaifeng in 2025! Wearing the dragon robe, I was confused by the iron boxes running around the streets. I didn't know how to scan the QR code to pay. When I entered the hospital, I opened my mouth and called the doctor, which immediately became
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The Pearl-Gathering Decree
In the fifth year of the Jiajing reign, moonlight spilled across Broken Hope Pool, red as freshly shed blood. Thirty bodies of Tanka people washed ashore. Iron shackles had carved deep grooves into their ankles, blood scabs clung to the bluestone slabs, tin rings bit into their necks, and shattered shells were wedged beneath their fingernails. The night before, they had dived ten fathoms to harvest pearls, only to return with a boat full of bloody foam. Chen Haisheng crouched on the deck, mendin
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