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A mudslide, so that she returned to the soul of three hundred years ago, in three hundred years ago, the Forbidden City, she is just a passer-by, seems to have everything she has, but always struggling in the vortex of intrigue. He loves her, for him to sleeve the world; he loves her, for him to give up everything; he loves her, for him to do whatever it takes; he loves her, for him to guard his whole life. And she but needs a true heart, a pure heart ......
Author: author of an essay..
BThe world's absolute consort: Hu made the consort for the synopsis: she, this is a modern agent assassin death god M, cold-blooded and ruthless, no one can not be seen in the eyes of the world. But because of the plane crash one day across, become let people laugh at the waste of the fifth miss, hum, infamous is it? One day she will let everyone see her standing above the nine heavens. <br /> He, originally the crown prince of the South Twilight country, cold-blooded and heartless, even if he sits on the world's beautiful...
Author: Cai Wang ..
BHave you ever heard of co-ed sharing? Have you ever experienced co-ed sharing? Boys and girls share the same apartment? Will she/he become lovers or enemies? A young adult campus novel about modern college students who share a suite with men and women.
Author: Sibelle de L'Oreal ..
BThe first time I saw this, I was able to see that the president of the company had been a very good friend of the company, and that he had been a very good friend of the company! Lin Yue's heart is happy, such a good life, I must have had a brain cramp in my past life to escape from the dead, rubbing in the arms of the scum. Her little life is quite smooth, but the enemy is still always in front of their eyes, how to do? Hmph! Then when...
Author: harbor ..
BSu Lian An spent thirteen years chasing a man and finally realized that loving him was a joke. Li Dong Cheng pressed her against the door, "An An, I know you care about me." "Do I?" She gently pushed it away, "Affection, it's never been a bargaining chip for you to use me, it's not that important to you." His strength loosened, he couldn't hold her anymore. Time passed, and at the lights, he watched the woman who was paying attention in the distance...
Author: people of Whitewater..
BEveryone laughed at me for writing this! Urban myth, but I have no backup, no support, relying on the starting point of the god's words began the journey. Ouyang Ling'er is a person with great ambitions, and her experience tells us that if we don't die, we won't die. Oh, the introduction is over, please pick up the book. This author is very lazy has not created a character, and even the q group are not ready. But don't worry, I'll still...
Author: Qi Ruoxi..
BFrom childhood sweethearts to oblivion, she didn't know how much pain twenty years could put one through. From guarding and sheltering to bloodthirsty and ruthless, he didn't know whose souls had been broken by the years that had passed. "Evening, Evening!" "I am." That was the beginning of the most complete.
Author: 7.5..
BA confinement, love and hatred intertwined, the struggle between the devil and the angel magnificently unfolded ...... 10 years old, her parents died as an orphan. In the castle-like manor, his eyes as deep as ink, hooked up the corner of the lips but cold and ruthless: "Remember, from today onwards, you are just a dirty thing picked up ......" She is an angel, but fell into the devil's dark wings, was mercilessly wreaked havoc. 16 years old, she could not stand and escaped, but was caught back by him. , she couldn't stand it and escaped, only to be caught back by him. The beautiful butterfly bone was carved with the marks belonging to him, moistened with blood and sealed with strong wine. That's the mark of a broken feather, that's the mark of the devil ...... "I said, no escape. Break your feathers off, and don't you dare think of returning to heaven." Twenty years old, she was strong and lonely, but in the end, she could not resist him. The bridge under the night, pushed down by his own hands, the cold river, the brain