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Lu Yingjiu handed the group photo to Ye Feng and asked him to keep it. Ye Feng stared at the group photo for a long time, but didn't see any reason for it either. Lu Yingjiu asked, "You don't remember the incident of 'sweeping the tomb' at all?" "Don't remember." Ye Feng shook his head, "It's so strange, I was 6 years old in 1999, I should be old enough to remember things, how could there be no impression." Lu Yingjiu said casually, "You couldn't have bumped into a wall and lost your memory due to the…-
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The next day was a sunny day. A large number of anchors had already left Mt Gassan Village. When Lu Yingjiu got up in the morning, he opened the curtains, and the sky light poured into the dim room, it was dazzlingly bright. He squinted his eyes and looked out. Three or four children ran past downstairs chattering, while several cars were driving away from the village. They still ate breakfast at the hotel. The hotel's buffet breakfast was finally not garbage anymore, and looked like normal cuisine. Lu…
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Four o'clock in the morning. It was quiet inside the room, but there was still the sound of rain falling outside, hitting the windows and eaves with a pitter patter. Lu Yingjiu was fast asleep. Usually, his sleep was not very good, and his productive sleep time was not very long. Most of the time, he was half asleep during the long night, and would wake up at the slightest movement. That's why he always took the opportunity to catch up on sleep during the…
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Listening to the rustling sound getting closer and closer, Lu Yingjiu found himself still buried in Jing Xian's embrace, feeling a deep sense of decadence. Jing Xian could easily distort this picture at any time, and no matter how hard he’d try, he wouldn't be able to bring it back. Just as he was about to decisively break free from Jing Xian's grip, he heard Jing Xian casually say, "Why don't you let me handle it? It's not a big deal." Lu Yingjiu: "..." Lu Yingjiu sighed and…
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Lu Yingjiu abruptly turned around. Hairball: "Burp!" It stuck out its tongue, looked at Jing Xian for a while, then looked at Lu Yingjiu for a while, and wagged its tail wildly. Lu Yingjiu: "...Jing Xian, what did you give it just now?" Jing Xian quickly replied. "Beans and spicy strips." "Anything else?" "And half a piece of ginger." "Anything else?" Jing Xian didn't blink his eyes. "Nothing." Lu Yingjiu: "......" With Jing…
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Even in such a critical moment, Lu Yingjiu’s heart was filled with relief. It seemed that hairball was very well-nourished, and its height had suddenly increased, making it majestic and spirited. The servants rushed forward again, their bodies torn apart by sharp claws and tough tails. “Awoo!” The black beast let out a few light roars, tugging at the corner of Lu Yingjiu’s clothes with its teeth. It still wanted Lu Yingjiu to use the contract of inviting gods. Lu…
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The servants fell one by one. The rain curtain was heavy, the cold wind was sharp, and the sea was raging, repeatedly shattering against the bridge. Lu Yingjiu’s vision was blurred, and even with effort to focus, he could only see vague outlines. He was fighting on instinct, his physical strength was exhausted, and each heartbeat carried fatigue. His original time of inviting the gods was very short. Due to his physical constitution, the backlash of inviting the gods…
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This speech shook Lu Yingjiu for an entire year. He couldn't figure out what keywords he had said to make Jing Xian so excited. Was this some kind of self-introduction on a blind date? Why was Jing Xian so proficient? How many times had he rehearsed this? And why did Jing Xian emphasize that he had no mother? Was he seeking comfort? Trying to express that no amount of wealth could replace family? Or hinting at something else? Lu Yingjiu felt like his brain was…
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When at Ah Mei's house, Lu Yingjiu had already seen a faint black mark on Feng Mao's neck. Just like Ye Deyong in the photo. In addition, although Feng Mao looked healthy on the surface and had a ruddy complexion, Lu Yingjiu was too careful and at that time had already used the spell inviting the gods. After inviting the gods, his five senses were heightened, and he smelled a bloody odor on Feng Mao's body. It was faint, almost covered by the wet rain, but it's…
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The sky was horribly gloomy, with heavy dark clouds pressing down, making everything as far as the eye could see lead gray. The wind seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. On the mountains, thousands of branches swayed left and right, and the leaves billowed like waves. In such a weather, the nursing home appeared even gloomier. When the off-road vehicle drove over the dirt road, it swayed left and right, relying solely on strong grip to prevent slipping. Jing Xian was driving, and…
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