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Fang Wu | Fang Wu's Chat Record Spoofing the "Black Chinese Valentine's Day" One month after Chinese Valentine's Day, it falls on the seventh day of the eighth lunar month. Today's Bianliang City night market is more prosperous than before. Why? The root cause lies in a new type of product that has recently appeared on the market. Its name is "computer". It was brought by the time-traveling merchant Guan Qi. It has many brands, many shapes and many functions, and has become the new favorite of the rich and powerful in Bianjing. Today, our story takes place in two prince 11Favorites2.8kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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Fang Wutong Falls for Seven Days I finally finished writing... This writing makes me painful... I can't write as soon as I write... It has been stuck for a long time... OTZ... This tung flower theme, seeing as the time is almost up, I quickly wrote an article late at night when I have more ideas. I think this article is relatively obscure... As expected, I love obscure and symbolic things... OTZ... Fortunately, it was not written as a martial arts novel this time. I'm so touched! ! It is said that the tung flower is quite diffi 6Favorites2.2kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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Break Through the Thorns The river is cold and the wind is blowing. Ru Wu still remembers that day, when the wild waves crashing on the shore turned into thousands of piles of snow. Even though he was sitting in the sedan, the splashing water still wet his white shirt. The wind could not blow into the sedan chair, but Qing Wu felt the coldness. It penetrated directly into his skin from the wet shirt, penetrated through the skin and penetrated into his blood and bone marrow. Autumn is already deep. From Mengxia to the pr 4Favorites868Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Wulingchun It was a small town that was ancient and decadent. I didn't know its name, but I called it Wuling. Everything started and ended in this small town. A blurry photo of a Shanghai singer, a ring that my grandmother had to protect when she went crazy, a story that my grandpa had not yet told, and an old woman hanging from a tree... When I ran wildly in such a night and saw the endless repetition of the same white walls and black tiles around me, everything in the town became strange... —Favorites334Clicks/ch—Nutrition