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Books by Wutong Beneath the Moon123
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An Office Clerk Earning 8,000 a Month Dares to Slay a God? 月薪八千的小科员，竟然敢屠神？
This is a game of money and the Game of Thrones, as well as a contest of human nature and desire. When Lin Mo takes up a blade and cuts open the splendid facade of a financial empire, revealing the lice crawling beneath it, he must face not only evil, but also the human heart.
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Oh No! The New CEO Is Her Ex-Husband! 糟糕！新上任的总裁竟是前夫！
After six years of love and then marriage, Xu Zhiyi once believed Fu Sinian was the light of her life. But when an unexpected family crisis struck, she couldn’t reach him at the moment she was most desperate and helpless. Her heart finally turned to ashes, and she handed him divorce papers. “Why?” he asked, his eyes bloodshot. “I don’t love you anymore. I’m tired of you.” Her tone was resolute. She turned and walked away, toward a future without him. Four years later, a shocking takeover deal sh
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Cash-In System: My Cultivation Depends Entirely on Recharging! 氪金系统：我的修为全靠充值！
With just three days left before the martial arts college entrance exam, orphan Lin Mo had only 37 yuan and 50 cents to his name. At the lowest point in his life, he unexpectedly activated the “Money-to-the-Moon System.” In a world where martial strength reigned supreme, he gained the incredible ability to exchange money directly for perfect cultivation! One yuan bought a year of painstaking cultivation! When the richest man's son bullied and mocked him, Lin Mo appeared to endure it in silence.
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The Court Calls Me a Vile Woman? The Paralyzed Prince Can't Keep Up the Act 满朝骂我毒妇？瘫痪王爷装不住了
The day my mother was forced to “take her own life,” I donned my wedding robes and knelt in the Golden Throne Hall. My stepmother wept, my younger sister testified, and the entire court believed I had poisoned my husband, the crippled prince, whom I had never even met, because I resented being married off to bring him good fortune. The fabricated evidence was flawless. My life or death rested on the emperor’s decision. I lifted my head and said three things: “The poison, Seven-Day Powder, has to
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