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After the Flash Marriage, I Became the Personal Bodyguard of the Sick and Frail Boss.
In the municipal hospital late at night, the pale lights in the ICU corridor were like a dull knife cutting into people's nerves. Jiang Zhixia sat against the wall, her back pressed against the cold tiles, her fingertips unconsciously digging into the tiger's mouth - this was her old habit of controlling her emotions. Three minutes ago, the attending doctor just walked out of the ward. His voice was as cold as a scalpel: "Mr. Jiang needs a second craniotomy and drainage, which costs 800,000. Inc
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After Returning from the Throne, the Ascetic Emperor Begged for Mercy Every Night
The biting cold penetrated from every pore in the limbs and bones, as if the bone marrow was frozen into ice slag. Su Jinxi huddled in the haystack of the dilapidated house. The thin prison clothes on her body had already been soaked by the snow water that leaked in. It stuck to her skin wetly, taking away the last remaining body temperature. It was like an invisible hand was churning wildly in her stomach, and the cramps of hunger made her eyes darken. Squeak—— The wooden door that was about to
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Prison Phoenix Lock: the Concubine in the Palm of a Mad Criticizing Powerful Official
The sedan suddenly swayed and stopped. Yun Chuoshuang swallowed the last bit of dried meat, savoring the salty aroma on her tongue, and slightly suppressed the burning sensation in her stomach. After three days of jolting, she could only rely on the little food hidden in the wedding dress to hold her breath. If she didn't land, she was really afraid that she would be the first bride to starve to death in the sedan chair. The vision under the red hijab was dim, with only some blurry light and sha
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The Lady's Vest Fell Off: the Retired Assassin Shocked the World
September in Longcheng is as sultry as a giant steamer. There was no air conditioning in the Shen family's side hall, and the air was filled with the smell of old mothballs. Shen Li lowered his head and looked at the yellowing lace wedding dress on his body. The fabric under the armpits was so tight that it was obviously an old model from a few years ago, and it might even be leftovers worn by someone. There is a slight itching sensation on the skin, probably due to improper storage and the bree
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Is the Princess a Disaster Star? She Punctured the Day with One Needle
Under the red hijab, it is not a wedding hall, but a mourning hall. The moment Ling Chuxia opened her eyes, she smelled the strong smell of incense and candles, mixed with the smell of burnt paper money. There was no loud noise of gongs and drums in my ears, only the low sound of chanting sutras wrapped around my ears like a snake. She was carried into a lifeless mansion - Prince Jing's Mansion. There was no red silk on the lintel, only white flags hanging; there were no welcome guests in front
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After Marrying the God of War, I Went Crazy with House Fighting
Chu Wanning, a princess from a weak country, married Xiao Ce, the powerful, cold and bloodthirsty God of War general. Everyone thought she would be another victim who disappeared without a trace in the general's mansion. However, Chu Wanning turned the entire general's mansion into his own chessboard with his top insight and wisdom honed in the court of his mother country. She calmly defused the evil stepmother's flattery, made the green tea concubine suffer the consequences, and trained the unr
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Apocalyptic Witch: I Survive in Troubled Times by Farming
At three o'clock in the morning, before dawn, the wind stopped. Without warning, a red gap opened in the sky above the capital, like a wound opened by an invisible giant blade, and blood poured down. Gray mist rolled out from the cracks like a tide, spreading silently over the palace walls, streets, and eaves. Wherever it went, the vegetation twitched and withered, and the birds fell to the ground and died. In the back room of the medicine garden, the remaining warmth of the pottery stove is sti
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After Tearing Apart the Scumbag, I Became the Queen of E-Sports
The tip of the probe is dipped in a special adhesive and stably penetrates into the cross section of the blue and white porcelain fragment. The air is filled with the unique slightly sour smell of camphor wood, old paper and a hint of adhesive. This is the world Su Zhi is most familiar with. Her breathing was as light as a feather, fearing that a slight tremor would disturb the soul that had been sleeping for three hundred years. With a "click", the door of the studio was roughly pushed open. Th
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I Use the Body of the Divine Cauldron to Prove the Supreme Immortality
The bright red hijab pressed heavily on the top of the head, like a burning fire, making people breathless. Chu Yunmiao sat on the edge of the bed, unconsciously stroking the cold wine glass with her fingertips. The amber liquid in the cup was the acacia wine that Lin Aotian, the holy son of the Qingyun Sect, personally filled for her. Her future husband, the man who is always as gentle as jade and promises to protect her throughout her life. The air was filled with the festive scent of ambergri
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Lord of All Beasts: General, He Kneels Down Every Night to Beg for Protection
The night was as dark as soaked in blood. Over Yunyang City, a red moon hung high, looking down at the world coldly like a burning eye. The earth trembled, a huge mouth opened in the wasteland, and black mist surged out, carrying the rotten smell and rushing towards the city wall. A hundred-foot-long giant shadow came through the mountains - its fangs were like knives, its wings covered the sky, and its body was wrapped in twisted resentment. It was frantically hitting the city gate. Every impac
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My Thousand-Year Calamity with My Saintly Sister
Lin Jin, a mortal orphan whose engagement was annulled, married Shen Wanzhao, the twin sister of Shen Qingyao, the saint of the Tianji Sect, because of the last wish of his mentor Shou Shan. He seems ordinary, but in fact he is the reincarnation of an ancient sword cultivator, and his bones and blood hide the Immortal Killing Sword that has sealed the catastrophe. Shen Wanzhao looks cold on the outside, but uses human fireworks to calm his loneliness. When Lin Jin's sword cry triggered a vision
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