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In the small hall, Yi Yiyi sat upright in the main seat. She had changed into a light green jacket and skirt, her hair simply combed up. Her face was devoid of makeup, yet due to the earlier events, traces of rouge still remained. This actually tempered her usual coldness, adding a touch of softness and approachability. "Greetings, Princess." The group bowed in unison. Xie Wuxia was the first to lift his head, a perfectly measured smile surfacing on his delicate, powdered…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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Holding the Bellyband, which was embroidered with Narcissus flowers, Lin Xun felt extremely conflicted, especially since the Bellyband still carried a slight warmth. Lin Xun felt exactly like Hong Shixian right now, or maybe Cheng-ge? No, no! Like a hammer! (What the hell!) I shouldn't be the problem, right... It must be this girl who's a bit strange... But this Bellyband feels really comfortable to the touch. What material is it…-
6.1 M • Ongoing
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The banquet lasted until late at night. Some people went back, while others planned to continue drinking until dawn. Minamoto Kiyomoto got rid of Minamoto Nagatoku, Amatsumara, and the others. Reeking of alcohol, he walked out of the great hall, went up to the ship's tower, and prepared to return to his room. Looking up, the cold moon was high in the sky, and the sea was as quiet and beautiful as mercury. Pushing open the door and entering the bedroom, Himegami Izayoi was half-lying on his bed,…-
4.0 M • Ongoing
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In the latter half of the night, Li Yi stood guard in his room. He didn't sleep a wink, unhesitatingly killing any ignorant ghosts that dared to approach to ensure the safety of the place and prevent the theft of the trio's lifespan. Thus, a night passed. It wasn't until dawn that the pervasive Yin Qi in the world began to rapidly dissipate. Some clueless ghosts, unaware it was time to leave, were severely wounded and quickly dispersed by the sun's rays. These evil entities simply couldn't…-
6.3 M • Ongoing
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7:00 PM. In the Jinshen Hall of the Imperial Palace, gilded crane-shaped candle holders illuminated the hall as bright as day. On the dragon couch, Emperor Wu lay half-propped against soft pillows, covered by a bright yellow brocade quilt. Compared to his ruddy complexion in the autumn of last year, his face had rapidly aged in just over half a year, with fine wrinkles and sunken cheeks. His half-closed eyes were clouded by a thin film. "Father, although the failure of…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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Under a tree, Zhu Ling was checking the pulse of the unconscious Sikong Wangxing. At this moment, Zhu Ling's nose was still twitching; she clearly hadn't recovered from the shock of that Big Bad Guy. Furthermore, because she had been intimidated by that very, very fierce bad person earlier, Zhu Ling hadn't noticed. Only now did Zhu Ling realize that the person this bad guy was carrying on his back was actually the Saintess of Tianji…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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Taiso-ji Temple. In just two days, the number of practitioners imprisoned here had increased by more than ten thousand. "Minamoto Nagasawa!" Accompanied by a murderous voice, two jailers walked into the cell and dragged Minamoto Nagasawa out. "I want to see His Majesty!" Minamoto Nagasawa tried to shake off the jailers' iron hands with his shoulders. "What right does that kid Minamoto Kiyomoto have to interrogate me with a shikigami!" The reason why there was egalitarianism in the world was…
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4.0 M • Ongoing
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Li Yi and Lin Yue gasped for breath, having narrowly escaped the Old City. Recalling the scenes from just now, it was truly perilous. They had managed to use the Hanging Man's Spear to attack the soul and kill the monster named Alice, but unexpectedly, they encountered a supernatural event in the Old City. The Hordes of Walking Corpses were terrifyingly powerful, having unknowingly grown into a formidable force with unimaginable strength. If they had…
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6.3 M • Ongoing
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10:00 AM. The second floor of Ji Pavilion. The early summer morning sunlight slanted through the carved lattice windows, casting dappled light and shadows onto Lin Hansu's moon-white skirt. She reclined on the soft couch, holding a book, her phoenix eyes filled with a faint, leisurely smile that suggested she was in complete control. A few steps away, in front of the vanity, Zhao Yan and Ruan Ruan were huddled together, whispering over the dazzling array of gold and…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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Stroking Wang Chen's small head and feeling the warmth and delicacy of her hand covering the back of his own, Lin Xun quickly lowered both hands from Wang Chen's and Su Ying's heads. No longer receiving the head-pat, Wang Chen looked at Lin Xun with lingering attachment. Lin Xun avoided her gaze, not daring to look her in the eye. At this moment, Su Ying also took a look, seeing the tenderness and guilt in her Senior Brother's eyes…
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6.1 M • Ongoing
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