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My psychic girlfriend.
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Categories: unapologetic
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Personalized essay ancient people believe that Pangu heaven and earth opened up, Yang Qing for the sky, Yin turbid for the earth. Yin and yang two qi mixing and thus the formation of all things, all things in the yin and yang more average evolution into a person, to the yang of the person into a god, yang qi higher than the person is considered to be yin and yang masters. I was a small person who mixed in the bottom of the society, suddenly one day my girlfriend came back from the dead, everything changed ......
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Thriller game: opening st..
Author: add one's support..
BCapitalists shed tears at the sight of it, and giant plutocrats look at it and cry out in guilt. Ye Chen only does two things in the thriller world: get money and tease female ghosts. Female ghosts want to play fairy jump? I'll take all the ghost coins. Doing surgery on a male ghost and not paying the extra money halfway through? Congratulations sir, your wife has one less husband but one more sister from now on. He even moved the lottery mechanism from the goose factory and pig farm. Drawing equipment, drawing canon...
We are the ones who know ..
Author: lit. dress hunting..
BZhang Yu, a new customs officer, meets Guo Cong, a senior officer with a strange temperament, on her first day in the office, and the two of them have a lot of conflicts. But as time progresses, Zhang Yu gradually grows up under Guo Cong's guidance, and the two fall in love with each other. What they don't know is that the international drug trafficking and smuggling gangs are brewing an evil plan that is quietly reaching out to China.
a spell that binds the wo..
Author: Sheath the Mad Sword..
BAn ordinary university science student's peaceful life of more than twenty years is suddenly shattered by a sudden and bizarre incident. The overflow of water in the bathroom, the strange knock on the door outside the house, the red high-heeled shoes that suddenly appeared in the room, the neighbor's late-night visit, but the neighbor has obviously died for seven days, all kinds of weird events appear one after another ...... A strange old photo, leading to a strange mystery more than twenty years ago, a collective death many years ago, the victims died before the curse of the next generation. The curse of the next life. When the curse of the next life comes, will you sit back and wait for death, or will you do your best to solve the mystery? What kind of strange encounters will accompany the journey to unravel the mystery? ......
Weird Tales Society..
Author: Simon's lean..
BMen who are afraid to answer the phone, women who don't want to be approached, fat pigs who seduce beautiful women, pervasive bugs, children who carry curses, bad luck that falls from the sky, mental hospitals that are spooky at every turn, and skyscrapers that are in crisis all in one place: the Society of Weird Tales.
the Secret History of the..
Author: fool in the mountains ..
BThat wooden mask, with its horns and fangs; that ancient rune book, with its human and ghosts; those dusty histories, with their twists and turns; that unwilling dead man, turning the clouds.
Evil Ghost Husband, slowl..
Author: miswriting a word..
BEvil ghost husband, slowly tease the novel is the author of twilight non-Yan's works, plot ups and downs, heart-stopping, is a plot and writing excellent spiritual novels
sarcophagus sealer..
Author: gentleman..
BWhen I was young, I followed my grandfather to seal the coffin, but my father desperately wanted to stop me from going on this path, but I didn't expect to go to my girlfriend's mother's house by mistake, but I met a pregnant woman who committed suicide, can I escape this fate?
I'm the one who's crazy...
Author: jumping to one's death..
BThe professional and calm psychiatrist straightened his birthday suit and began to ask me about my illness. Walking into the familiar hot pot restaurant, the waiter squeezed out a smile showing teeth and warmly entertained me. The class flower, picked up, would crawl in the darkness in a reflexive fold, elegantly sleepwalking. On the day the moon turned its face, I saw scarlet eyes spilling down, a vertical eye, watching the earth. In the clamor of the swarm...