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After Dressing up as a Palace-Fighting Villain, I Relied on the System to Become a Group Favorite
The rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River is sticky, which is very similar to Xu Nian's mood during the first half of the Daqi Dynasty. The bluestone road was soaked by the rain and shined, and you could hear a muffled "squeaking" sound when you stepped on it. Mixed with the fragrance of jasmine in the bamboo basket of the flower seller in the alley, and the sweet aroma of pear cakes wafting from the kitchen of his "Wangyou Bistro", it created a picture of Jiangnan that can make your bo
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The King of Soldiers' Vest Cannot Be Hidden Anymore
Yin Nian wiped the rain off his face. His lenses had already been blurred by the rain, so he simply took them off and stuffed them into the side pocket of the takeout box. The black take-out clothes had long been soaked through and clung tightly to his body, outlining his muscular outlines that were not exaggerated but had strong lines. The awning of the electric car could not block the torrential downpour, and the cold rain poured down his neck, making him shiver from the cold.
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Return of the Soldier King: His Ex-Wife Has Countless Merits
Autumn in Beijing is much more fierce than in Jiangcheng. The midday sun shines through the bulletproof glass of the military jeep and casts grid-like spots on the back of Lu Yu's hands, making people feel hot and dry. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the white lines on the seams of his trousers - these trousers were left behind when he was on a mission at the border three years ago. There were patches of the same color on the knees. The stitches were sewn by Shen Qingyi herself. They were fi
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The Daily Deduction of the King of Soldiers
The last days of the dog days are the most abrasive. The air is like a half-melted asphalt that sticks to people's skin. Wu Xiao squatted at the entrance of the corridor of an old residential building, holding half a bottle of mineral water that was almost warmed by the sun. He twisted the bottle cap three times and then loosened it. His Adam's apple rolled but he didn't take a sip - he had to save the water. The lame Sanhua stray cat downstairs was still waiting for him to feed.
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Hunter in Memory
Lei Juntian cursed, turned the steering wheel with his left hand to avoid an electric car that ran a red light, and subconsciously wiped the rain on his face with his right hand - half of it leaked in through the cracks in the car window, and half of it was sweat from the rush. The blue courier suit he wore that had been washed white had long been soaked, and it clung to his back. It was cold and sticky, and he felt as if maggots were crawling all over him.
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