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This is adapted from a book I wrote before. The previous one was too messy, so I re-wrote it.

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In the previous life, the regent's affectionate mask hid his coveting for his sister. After being reborn, whoever loves this wealth and hypocrisy can take it. The phoenix is ​​reborn and the lotus blooms. This time they have to live for themselves.

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- **Unexpected Reunion**: 25-year-old Cheng Lu ran into Lu Yuyang, his first love ten years ago, in a small county town. Memories came to his mind, recalling his heartbeat and regret when he was 15 years old. - **Youth Memories**: Ten years ago, Cheng Lu fell in love with her junior classmate Lu Yuyang at first sight. She took the initiative to pursue and successfully dated him, but due to her childishness and sensitivity, she eventually broke up, which became an eternal regret in her heart. - **Identity Contrast**: Lu Yuyang, who was once brilliant, is now a successful entrepreneur, while Cheng Lu is just an ordinary office worker. There is a clear gap in social status between the two. - **Deliberate avoidance**: Cheng Lu deliberately avoided Lu Yuyang due to low self-esteem and past guilt, but had to contact him again due to work. - **The truth emerges**: Cheng Lu gradually discovered that Lu Yuyang had been paying attention to her, and the breakup was not what she thought unilaterally\

Lin Shuang always felt that meeting her was a childhood nightmare. However, the other party was not aware of it at all. He comes to see me every now and then... "Brother, have you finished your homework? Hahaha (?Ω?)Hiahiahia, let me see it."

As a newly transformed plant fairy, Qinghe's consciousness is still at the stage of ignorance. She remembered that she had been sleeping for thousands of years, rooted by the stream at the foot of Wanmuling Purgatory Volcano, listening to the roar of the volcano's eruption, watching the sun and the moon rotate, and the seasons changing. It wasn't until three days ago that a pure wood spiritual energy swept through the forest, and she was able to break through the shackles and transform into a human form under the nourishment of the spiritual energy.

In order to find his biological brother, the protagonist embarks on a journey to find his brother in college. A long-planned conspiracy gradually emerges. Is he able to turn the tide and save the college?

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An Oroqen huntress was deceived into being detained in Tokyo with a ball. The target was her baby who was about to give birth, and her consciousness was also wiped out. Mother's love inspired the hunter's instinct to show weakness, wait and see, test... After much effort, she embarked on the road to escape with the help of the AI ​​nanny Iron Daxia and the creator behind it!

The divine tide is about to fall, and the immortal path is about to extinguish. The predecessors have already found a dangerous path. It remains to be seen whether people in the last days can seize that glimmer of hope...

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On the 22nd of the twelfth lunar month, Zhao Bengen's dream of receiving a bonus from the "Beautiful Village" was disrupted by the garbage mountain at the entrance of the village. Facing the insufferable old lady Li and the aggressive villagers, he suddenly had an idea - the "Waste and Used Articles Creative Contest"! With a bonus of five hundred yuan as bait, everyone turned waste into treasure. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Li's "memory" was set on fire, and an online exposure raised questions about fairness... Let's see how the acting director cleverly solved the knot, and in the midst of the dingdong's desolate and passionate eyes, he "revamped" the small village and ushered in the real spring.

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I was born beautiful. Although I am a daughter of the seventh rank, I married the younger brother of the current emperor. I am not familiar with the world and do not understand government affairs. This smoky place is really not as good as the street in Chang'an. On the street, there are the pork knuckles that I love to eat, and the vague person in my memory. I wish you good health every year.

In order to collect a deposit for his mother, Zhou Zhou casually posted a recruitment post saying "Looking for three people to play with". As a result, he was pulled into the mysterious "three-person game" and was marked as "the fourth is the key". Accompanied by three players: Scar, Teacher, and Xiaoqi, he must regain the stolen "name" and "relationship" in the limited-time level, otherwise he will be "erased" by the system and will no longer even remember his existence. They tracked down Zhou Zhou's old friend Zhou Qiming and found that he had taken away Zhou Zhou's position in life by tampering with "relationship records": his mother no longer recognized him, his father in the mirror called others "son", and the erased people even turned into scavengers.

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What is recorded here are not crude and strange stories circulated in the streets and alleys. They are all strange and anecdotal stories left on tortoise shells, bamboos, silks, and broken monuments by unknown people of previous generations. There is a jade box found by a woodcutter in a deserted grave. It is wrapped with seven layers of cinnabar charms and half a piece of ice silk is hidden inside. The ink on it is usually no more than ordinary words. However, every twilight night, the secret text written in blood gradually appears; I spent twenty years editing and proofreading, transcribing it seven times. Every night when people are quiet, I can still hear the rustling in the pile of old papers, as if something is comparing the original text line by line. If there are occasional errors, I will hear a quiet sigh, like resentment or admiration. If a reader sees that the handwriting on a certain page suddenly becomes blurry, or that a few extra lines of small regular script appear out of thin air, he must close the scroll immediately and wait with bated breath for three seconds. This is not a silverfish eating away at me, but actually something from the other world peering into the world through your eyes. What's more important to remember is: when you read and feel thorns growing on your back, don't look back. The coolness on the back of your neck may not be the night breeze, but the three feet of black hair hanging down...

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I write it as I like, and I usually have a strong desire to share it. Each chapter is a separate little diary, not a coherent novel. If you don't like it, please don't comment!

Weird stories about rules × deep sadomasochism × multiple male protagonists in Shura field × ultimate BE × strong emotional flow × heart-throb heroine The world has fallen into an era of strange rules, and Shi Lei was selected to enter the most terrifying S-level dungeon [Crimson Wedding]. Rule 1: When the groom loves you, you are the bride; when the groom hates you, you are the sacrifice. Shi Lei quickly discovered that something was wrong - these ferocious-looking dungeon bosses all looked at her with the familiar look of crazy love and deep-seated hatred. The silver-haired master stroked her face gently: "You are finally back." The red-haired general knelt down and presented the broken sword: "My bride." And every tear she shed, the strength of the bosses increased. Until she met the final BOSS. Her "deceased" ex-boyfriend in the real world, Xie Wan, wore earrings made of her blood, smiled and stretched out his hand to her: "Welcome home, my sacrificial bride." "Every tear you shed makes me stronger." "The more it hurts, the more I love you."

On the day I was released from prison, I was told that my parents died tragically and my hands were disabled. My former lover Pei Wenchuan pushed me to the ground and forced me to perform an operation on his new love, Jiang Manqing, the enemy who killed my parents. "Wen Yuan, don't forget, it was me who made you learn to be obedient in prison." I smiled and licked the blood from the corners of my lips: "Don't worry, I will do it myself and send you to hell together."

Record life

The story takes Hedong Village as the stage, showing the laughter and challenges in rural revitalization through the daily bickering and joint struggles of villagers such as Li Youfu and Wang Laojue. From the Qingming quarrel to the establishment of a cooperative, they repaired old houses, ran farmhouses, and opened teahouses, adhering to their hometown in the tide of the times and retrieving the roots and soul of life. The story is full of earthy flavor and human warmth, and is a heart-warming picture of the countryside in the new era.

Where have humans gone? Why did they leave? Can the remaining recorded images reveal the truth?

On the day I was released from prison, I was told that my parents died tragically and my hands were disabled. My former lover Pei Wenchuan pushed me to the ground and forced me to perform an operation on his new love, Jiang Manqing, the enemy who killed my parents. "Wen Yuan, don't forget, it was me who made you learn to be obedient in prison." I smiled and licked the blood from the corner of my lips: "Don't worry, I will personally perform the surgery and send you to hell together."

Horror theme-Zhou Ming encounters a strange sachet after get off work late at night

The wild geese pass by in the north, and the swallows roost in the south. The red makeup is ten miles away, and I don't miss you. Beside the broken bridge, I'm alone on the road. Ten miles from the Golden Palace, I don't see you. The young and ignorant Chun Duo fell in love with a boy for the so-called free life. Little did she know that this was the only unforgettable emotional disaster in her life. But fate played a trick on her, and in the end she could only put this little bit of lovesickness into her dream.

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Remember the little things in life, boring things. Everyone's life is a book. Even an ordinary life contains extraordinary fun.

Bedtime stories give children a happy childhood

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The wind is rising and the butterflies are trying their wings.

[Suspense sadomasochism｜Stand-in literature｜Memory traces｜Extreme BE｜full of sexual tension] In the third year of my marriage to Xie Lin, I became the most perfect shadow of his late wife. Until I found the diary belonging to "Gu Yunsheng" in a secret compartment in his study. The last page reads: "Mission target: Xie Lin. Code name: The third kind of rose." And the handwriting is exactly the same as mine. That night, he grabbed my waist and pressed me in front of the mirror, breathing hotly: "Wan Qing, tell me, who are you now?" I looked at his scarlet eyes through the mist, smiled and kissed his Adam's apple: "I am who you want me to be." --In this cage in the name of love, the game between the hunter and the prey has just begun.

A shocking case caused by the theft of an official warehouse in Bianhe River...

After my rebirth, I married the legendary violent and gloomy crippled head of the family. Everyone else was waiting to see me tortured to death, but I just wanted to spend the last three months of my stolen life quietly. Until I mistakenly entered the basement and saw my photos all over the wall, spanning ten years. And he, who was supposed to be sitting in a wheelchair, was cleaning his gun slowly and smiled softly at me: "Madam, is my play good?" --The most poisonous thing in the world is arsenic wrapped in honey. And Pei Yan is my addiction to drinking poison to quench my thirst.

I died because I accidentally drank Lei Bi, which was expired in 82 years. Unexpectedly, my soul was transformed into the concubine of the Hou family who was left to fend for herself in the old house in the south of the Yangtze River for fifteen years. The whole family was watching my joke, waiting for me to beg to return to Beijing and be their caged bird after I couldn't endure the hard days. A secret letter came from my brother, who has great power in the government, and ordered me to raise three million taels of silver for him within three months. I smiled when I read the letter. There was only one line in the reply: If you have money, please ask my brother to use all the Yun family's properties and shops as collateral. He thought I was crazy for daring to covet family assets. Little did I know that this reply would be my first cut into Yun's beautiful and prosperous society.

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Federal Minister of Justice Lu Zhi personally hunts down Gu Xian, the daughter of an old friend who was raised by himself but betrayed the Federation. Since then, a chase across the stars and a twenty-year hatred have gradually begun. Confrontation on the car roof, road racing, survival in the wilderness... In the end, he was marked by her in a desperate situation. Lu Zhi was deceived: "What are you pretending to be?"

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This is a piece of work in my spare time. The content is purely fictitious. I hope you will like it.

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The world is dangerous. Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimps, and shrimps eat sludge. Some shrimps do not believe in evil and dare to challenge small fishes because they have a suit of armor and two big pincers. The result was no surprise. These shrimps died miserably. As soon as they showed off their big pincers and before they could swing them, the unruly little fish bit off their heads from behind the cervical spine. No matter how small a fish is, it is still a fish. No matter how powerful the shrimp is, it is just a dish in front of it. This is Jianghu. Xiao Xin's dream of Jianghu started as a swordsman.

Life is like a book, and I need to use a pen to record those extraterrestrial sounds that once shocked me.

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