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In the early morning, Lin Xun, having just finished washing up, was sitting in the courtyard. In the kitchen, a beautiful silhouette was busy at work. She rolled up her sleeves, her slender fingers holding long chopsticks, occasionally stirring the steaming porridge on the stove, and from time to time checking the heat of the steamer. Her every move was skillful and elegant. This should have been a peaceful and beautiful scene. Unfortunately, this silhouette's figure was far too…-
6.1 M • Ongoing
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The wind roared outside the house, as if to sweep everything on the earth clean. After dinner, Shirako and Little Butterfly eagerly followed the blond princess and hid in the room to play the games they had bought during the day. At this time, it was late at night, and the living room was once again left with only Minamoto Kiyomoto and Kamibayashi Miko. Minamoto Kiyomoto held a book titled "The Psychology of Subjects under Despotic Rule," his gaze on Kamibayashi Miko. She had just finished her…-
4.0 M • Ongoing
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The next day. Everyone slept quite late, waking up around ten in the morning. Zhao Ge, as their master, uncharacteristically didn't rush his disciples, wanting them to rest more. After all, they had been on the run for some time and hadn't had a good rest. However, Li Yi woke up early. His White Bone Contemplation Cultivation Technique inherently reduced the need for sleep, allowing him to remain alert without it. A night of cultivation didn't bring significant…-
6.3 M • Ongoing
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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…
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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,…
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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…
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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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