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娇妻有谋：我的异能是搞钱
Aiyan
After a fire broke out in his house, he came back from the dead with supernatural powers. Ye Qifei's goal is very clear. The first one: Revenge when there is hatred and repay kindness when there is kindness. The second thing: use superpowers to lead the Ye family to make money and become rich, reaching the pinnacle of life. But someone put his arm around her waist: Baby, leave the scum to me, just marry me! When you meet a sexy and flirty man, seek help online!
After a fire broke out in his house, he came back from the dead with supernatural powers. Ye Qifei's goal is very clear. The first one: Revenge when there is hatred and repay kindness when there is kindness. The second thing: use superpowers to lead the Ye family to make money and become rich, reaching the pinnacle of life. But someone put his arm around her waist: Baby, leave the scum to me, just marry me! When you meet a sexy and flirty man, seek help online!
Beauty Plot in Troubled Times
Ancient Romance乱世美人谋
Aiyan
The golden beast-shaped incense cauldron was gently curling with cool smoke, and the wind rolled up the beaded curtain and made a ringing sound. Who was accumulating vigorous power under the quiet surface, looking at the right and wrong, right and wrong, separation, joy and sorrow in the world? This is a story about love, hate and the world. This is a lonely and lively journey. Such fleeting apocalypse, such smart men and women, such a grand conspiracy and power, such deep lovesickness and yearning, cannot compare to the peach blossoms of the troubled times above the nine-layered palace, behind the layers of bead curtains, the throne carved with dragons and phoenixes. Who lived up to that time? Who cares about whom in the end of the world? Who brings wine to the wind and invites the moon to express lovesickness? Who overturned the world because of beauty?
The golden beast-shaped incense cauldron was gently curling with cool smoke, and the wind rolled up the beaded curtain and made a ringing sound. Who was accumulating vigorous power under the quiet surface, looking at the right and wrong, right and wrong, separation, joy and sorrow in the world? This is a story about love, hate and the world. This is a lonely and lively journey. Such fleeting apocalypse, such smart men and women, such a grand conspiracy and power, such deep lovesickness and yearning, cannot compare to the peach blossoms of the troubled times above the nine-layered palace, behind the layers of bead curtains, the throne carved with dragons and phoenixes. Who lived up to that time? Who cares about whom in the end of the world? Who brings wine to the wind and invites the moon to express lovesickness? Who overturned the world because of beauty?
Beauty Plot in Troubled Times
Ancient Romance乱世美人谋
Aiyan
The golden beast-shaped incense cauldron was gently curling with cool smoke, and the wind rolled up the beaded curtain and made a ringing sound. Who was accumulating vigorous power under the quiet surface, looking at the right and wrong, right and wrong, separation, joy and sorrow in the world? This is a story about love, hate and the world. This is a lonely and lively journey. Such fleeting apocalypse, such smart men and women, such a grand conspiracy and power, such deep lovesickness and yearning, cannot compare to the peach blossoms of the troubled times above the nine-layered palace, behind the layers of bead curtains, the throne carved with dragons and phoenixes. Who lived up to that time? Who cares about whom in the end of the world? Who brings wine to the wind and invites the moon to express lovesickness? Who overturned the world because of beauty?
The golden beast-shaped incense cauldron was gently curling with cool smoke, and the wind rolled up the beaded curtain and made a ringing sound. Who was accumulating vigorous power under the quiet surface, looking at the right and wrong, right and wrong, separation, joy and sorrow in the world? This is a story about love, hate and the world. This is a lonely and lively journey. Such fleeting apocalypse, such smart men and women, such a grand conspiracy and power, such deep lovesickness and yearning, cannot compare to the peach blossoms of the troubled times above the nine-layered palace, behind the layers of bead curtains, the throne carved with dragons and phoenixes. Who lived up to that time? Who cares about whom in the end of the world? Who brings wine to the wind and invites the moon to express lovesickness? Who overturned the world because of beauty?