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Poison Doctor: the Abstinent Leader Is Busy Chasing His Wife
The sound of rain was pouring, hitting the rotten tiles of the ruined temple, as if it was going to completely crush this lingering shelter. The only light source in the temple was the oil lamp swaying in the wind. The huge flames stretched Yun Zhiyi's shadow thin and long, and cast it on the mottled clay statue. The face of the statue whose face could not be seen seemed to be a little weirder. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the bitterness of herbs and the moisture o
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The Weak Inheritor: Holding the Broken Sword to Control the Mountains and Rivers
The sound of banging in the middle of the night passed through the window lattice and penetrated into the house faintly, like a reminder. Chu Qingshuang leaned against the medicine cabinet and dug her fingertips into the carved gaps of the rosewood, barely holding on without slipping to the ground. The bones seemed to be crawling with ice ants, which were cold and numb, gnawing at her internal organs. Damn the "Kurong Sutra", every half month, this backlash would come as expected, turning her do
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The Prince's Mute Medicine Girl
The candlelight danced in the cramped cellar, pulling the mottled mold marks on the walls into ghostly shadows. Su Wan held her breath, pressing the yellowed old copy of the Ministry of Justice with one hand, while the fingertips of the other hand slowly slid over a "Qing Sang Pharmacopoeia" carefully wrapped in oil paper. The transcript records the "witchcraft case" that dragged her whole family into hell three years ago. The lines are filled with ridiculous charges such as "the art of being ti
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When the War Breaks Out, the General Is Handsome
It was raining continuously and the night was as dark as ink. In the most remote back alleys of Daxia Capital, only the occasional flash of patrol torches could tear through this sticky darkness. Su Zhaoyue wrapped herself in an old coarse cloth and hid her figure behind a pile of rotten wooden boxes. The rainwater fell down the eaves, splashing mud with a fishy smell. She could feel the cold rain soaking through her clothes and sticking to her skin, but what was even colder was the dull pain in
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The Wine-Shannon Girl: the Doting Wife of the Paranoid Devil
The heavy rain pounded on the roof of the woodshed, like thousands of hammers taking turns beating down the rotten wood. In the gaps where the rain was leaking, water droplets formed a line, one drop, two drops, three drops... Hitting Shen Qingyan's forehead. She didn't hide. It's not that he couldn't move - his wrists and ankles were locked to the beams with rusty iron chains. The iron rings were worn through the flesh, and dark red blood oozed out, mixing with the rain and winding down. She ju
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