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"It's better to have a career than to fall in love [Quickly Wear]"
Love is precious, but life is more valuable. If it is for career, both can be thrown away!
The scumbag prince who crosses rivers and burns bridges, the future overlord who loves Bai Yueguang alone,
The cheap Taoist monk who helps the tyrants commit crimes, the apocalyptic master who climbs up on the corpse of his ex-girlfriend,
A rich boy who "condescends" to fall in love with a poor girl...
There are so many treacherous people in the world.
Lin Xiao said, leave the scumbag alone and don't hinder my career!
PS: The heroine's golden finger is a bit big, so be careful if you don't like it~
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The counterattack of cannon fodder in the apocalypse (ongoing)
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Copywriting of this article:
Everyone in the capital knows that Uncle Chengyi and his family are all helpless Adou.
The uncle spends all his time fighting cocks and running dogs, and his son is a tyrant in the capital and is known as a playboy.
Even the eldest lady, who rarely goes out, is said to have a hidden illness and seems to have no salt.
But few people know that Miss Lin, who has always been reclusive, actually has a strange ability.
"I can smell lies."
PS: This story is purely fictitious. All characters, places, institutions, religions and events that appear have nothing to do with reality. We hereby declare.
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Advance receipt copy:
"After the Toolmen's Strike"
There is a kind of person whose IQ is often off the line and whose actions lack logic. They always appear at the most suitable place and time to contribute to other people's feelings and careers.
We generally call them tool people.
The dandy young master who comes to your door to make people slap in the face, the villain cannon fodder who specially delivers equipment to the destined child, the best relatives who are endless in the period novels, the god assist who sacrifices himself to promote the protagonist's relationship...
Once the tool man awakens his own consciousness, the story becomes exciting.
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Pre-receipt copy: "My mobile phone has become a spirit"
Lin Koi and Xiao An were completely stumped by the double jackpot of tens of millions of dollars in lottery and house demolition.
Isn't it delicious when you smoke SSS at home every day?
If you want to go shopping, just shop online, and if you're hungry, takeaways will be delivered to your door.
Wait, did she order takeout today? ? ! !
There are countless "surprises" ahead.
Yellow paper, cinnabar, Chinese medicine, ancient books, broken swords, jade...
All kinds of strange and weird things were delivered to her home one by one, and she had no memory of buying them.
Could it be that her mobile phone has become a spirit and she plans to buy it and start cultivating immortality mode on her own?
Can! Yes! For! Varied! What! Flower! Of! All! Yes! She! Of! Money!
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Yuanying sword cultivator Ming Yan was framed and his body was destroyed, and his soul was attached to a strange object.
Although this thing has no spiritual intelligence, it can speak and sing; it has no spiritual energy, but it can communicate thousands of miles in an instant.
There are many small worlds inside this object, and countless novel knowledge is waiting for him to explore.
Um? Can people here cultivate immortality without relying on spiritual energy? Staying up late to cultivate immortality, what new genre is that?
What kind of evil is the hand-chopping party?
Can listening to sounds make you pregnant? !
Ming Turtle Yan is wandering in the new world. The only thing that bothers him is that there are always people catching him sleeping.
Stop! Presumptuous! Stupid mortal, you pressed my face! !
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This is a story about a lucky koi and a max-level boss working together to run rampant in the novice village.
Everything is for the sake of the plot and suhuang.
Motto: Justice may be late, but it will eventually come