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mystery known only heaven..

Author: Hakushuu himself...

BThe story of ghosts and gods has been around for a long time, and destiny has long been predetermined. In 2012, the end of the world is approaching and the master, Highwayman, was born into an extraordinary life, with a demonic cat scratching his door, a blood moon in the sky, and nine deaths and nine lives. Nine deaths and nine lives, his destiny is sealed. Luckily, he met a monk who took him as his disciple and became a tantric spiritualist. Since then, countless strange and evil things have happened around him. Decades of conspiracies, mysterious altars all over the world, the appearance of dark creatures, and the secret movement of cultists. In every corner of the world, dark forces are growing. The gates of hell are about to open, Satan is coming back, and mankind is about to be doomed. Is it fate, or is it destiny? Tantra practitioners in the flood, whether to go with the flow, or to control the fate of ...... New!

The Great Ming Manhunter ..

Author: A View of the Moon..

BThe cowherd boy Feng Yifeng chance to obtain the all-encompassing book "Guanghan secret book", into the official, solved countless cases, but was Yan Song hatred, copying the family to destroy the family, Feng Yifeng grandson Tang Tianyou escaped from the sky, and access to the "secret book of the Guanghan" inheritance.

Vehicle brokers..

Author: white balloon..

BI'm in the business of buying and selling accident cars. To be precise, it is a dead car that has died. People often ask me, this dead car is not really so evil, haunted ah. Now I will put my years, sold, had problems accident car written out one by one. I can only say that some things still need to be in awe. And my experience, really can be described as bizarre ......

You're stronger when you ..

Author: Half a slab of sugar...

BDeliveryman Tang Xiaobao encountered the undead attack accidentally got the undead probe system, from now on the divine power to protect the body, the wind to get the wind to get the rain, reward the medieval tip can also be exchanged for RMB.

Mr. Yin-Yang deciphers: I..

Author: Sam Ching Taoist..

BI'm the King of Soldiers when it comes to the criminals and the murderers. I'm the King of Ghosts to deal with evil spirits. All night long, all ghosts will be subdued! I don't care if you're a female ghost, a fox demon or a zombie ghost, all come under my feet! Sit and watch the world's ghost affairs, laugh at the world's sorrows and joys; I am a ghost life, my name is Bruce Wong, I speak for myself! Ten Yanluo - Qin Guang Wang: 225653853 (readers exchange group, feel free to join.) Ten Yanluo - Yanluo King: 341670290 (vip subscription exchange group, into the group need to subscribe to the screenshot.)

Scythe of Death - God of ..

Author: Stream Gotham Star..

BI gave you scarlet eyes so that you can see this broken and twisted world ......

criminal addict..

Author: Leng Xiaozhang..

BWhen consciousness suddenly returns, he finds himself in an unfamiliar place with the body of a stranger by his side. In order to protect himself, he buries the dead man on the spot, only to have the dead man found in another place a month later, and the body dug up at the original burial site is that of his ex-wife's current boyfriend. "Someone is setting me up!" He realizes this, but this is just the end of the nightmare ......

They come from the grave...

Author: two-character surname Mur..

BJi Chuan was a college graduate who was assigned to a somewhat isolated orphanage after graduation. She disliked the job because it was rumored that the little kids inside this orphanage hated .......

Close your eyes when you ..

Author: Tang Dorian ..

BLuxury Suspense New Essay [There Was a Fool Who Loved You] http://www.ruochu.com/book/32878这是披着悬疑外套的虐恋情深. You appear in my youth for a moment, but I have to spend my whole life to forget. Revenge guy, please dig two graves first, one for the enemy, one for yourself. When --------------- I was a year old and out, I reached out and unceremoniously tickled Tang Feng who was lying beside me and gnawing his fingers, and his violent cries separated my father and his mother who were embracing each other. When I was nineteen, I tore up the gift Tang Feng had given me, a sketch of a portrait he had drawn of me. At nineteen, he died. When I was twenty-nine, at my own engagement ceremony, I received

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