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I Use Emoticons to Conquer the Tyrant
The cold iron was against my skin, and I could even feel the tiny cracks on the blade. The dull pain spread from my neck to my scalp, making my whole body numb. The man in front of him was wearing a black dragon robe, his facial features were as cold as if he had just been fished out of an ice cellar, and there was no warmth in his eyes. I remembered. My name is Shen Niannian, I am twenty-six years old and a social beast. Just now I was cursing at the boss's notice at my work station. The bald m
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The Reborn Daughter's Live Broadcast Slaps Her in the Face and Counterattacks
Memories come flooding back. In my previous life, I did cut my wrists on the third day of my wedding. The reason is that when I heard the news that Gu Changyuan wanted to take Shen Lian as his concubine, I was filled with grief and anger and did something stupid. Then Zhao took the opportunity to accuse me of being insane, locked me in a Buddhist hall to copy scriptures, and took the opportunity to take away all the dowry my mother left me. I lay on the bed, feeling my heart still beating powe
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After Marrying You, My Voice Will Be Broadcast Live Throughout the City
When the phone screen lit up, I was standing on the steps in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau. "Jingchen, don't be impulsive. I know you are just angry with me." The sender's note is "Qingwei", and there are more than 30 unread messages in the chat history, all of which are affectionate messages from this woman. I didn't want to take a peek, but Lu Jingchen's cell phone was lying so big in his suit jacket pocket, with the screen facing out. When the message popped up, I happened to catch a glim
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Criminal Profiling: My System Targets the Murder Queen
The damp musty smell, mixed with the unique sour smell of old paper, enveloped the underground archives of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment like an invisible net. Lin Mo sat behind the creaking wooden table in the corner, his fingertips brushing against the edge of a kraft paper dossier. On the label of the file, the words "1123 Serial Arson Case" have faded. It was the last case he handled personally. A year ago. At that time, he was still the sharpest knife and the brightest sta
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Kunyu Tianjilu
The Yong Dynasty has been in existence for three hundred years. The capital city is as prosperous as a woven fabric, and the palace city is as majestic as a prison. It's midwinter, and a heavy snowfall has covered the entire Forbidden City in white, but it can't hide the coldness inside the high walls. Broken Yuxuan. The name has the word "jade" in it, but in fact not even a complete tile can be found. This is the most remote palace garden next to the Cold Palace. The window paper has been broke
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Rebirth of College Entrance Examination: the Richest Man Was Sent to Me
The rustling sound of the pen tip scratching on the answer sheet, the buzzing sound of the fan spinning overhead, and the clicking sound of the invigilator's leather shoes on the ground. These sounds mixed together and flooded into my ears like a tide. I opened my eyes suddenly, and the dazzling incandescent light made me subconsciously squint. Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped on the open Chinese language test paper, leaving a small dark stain on the four words "reading comprehension".
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