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The Most Beautiful Lady in the World
"Who are you?" Feng Zao stopped Su Qi with a puzzled look on his face and asked. "Who am I and what does it have to do with you?" Su Qi glanced at Feng Zao coldly and replied unceremoniously. "Have we met somewhere?" Feng Zao eagerly wanted to know the origin of the person in his dream. "I don't know you!" Su Qi knocked down Feng Zao's hand and wanted to stride away. "Please tell me the truth!" Feng Zao had no intention of letting Su Qi leave, so he stretched out his hand to stop her again...
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The Queen Only Dotes on the Little Fox Fairy
Through an unexpected encounter, the fate of Prince Qing Leng intersected with that of a white fox. One is cold and arrogant, the other is sinister and domineering. One likes to hide and doesn't want to face it, while the other is obsessed with chasing and refusing to give up. "You... You... Are... Yuchen?" "Who else do you think I am?" "Where have you been all these years? I have been looking for you for three hundred years." "Fool! I have always been in your heart!"...
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If You Encounter the Scorching Sun in Three Winters
What is love? Love is traveling across mountains and rivers, crossing thousands of rivers and mountains just for you. What is love? Love means that no matter what misunderstandings he faces, he only believes in you from beginning to end. What is love? Love is that even if the earth falls apart, your fingers cannot be separated from each other. Li Jing is lucky, she met such love. She is also unfortunate, she has also lost such love.
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The Young Master of the Phoenix Clan Dominates the World
"Who is he? Why is he so beautiful? He is really a banished immortal who fell from the sky to the mortal world!" Dong Xue stared at Feng Yuchen infatuatedly, blushing and blurting out her praises with heartbeat. She had never seen such a beautiful person since she was a child, and she was a little obsessed for a moment. Feng Yuchen was dressed in white clothes and was sitting lazily on a boulder, her long white fingers plucking the slender strings. The melody, which is like the sound of nature,
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