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 Liang Muqiu played dog toys with Edamame for a while, then went to cook for Edamame.
 
 Edamame is delicious, and he has a sense of accomplishment. Anyway, there are still creatures who can appreciate his cooking skills.
 He was relieved to see it, took a video of Edamame, and uploaded it to his account at station D.
 A few years ago, he opened an account on the video website D station, and he would upload some vlogs to it every once in a while. what.
 Sometimes he would say a few words in the video, and sometimes he didn't even have a narration at all. There was only a continuous scenery and bgm in the video.
 However, after a few years, because many landscape videos were well shot, his account actually accumulated 10,000 fans.
 The advantage of having fewer people is that it is easy to get familiar.
 His comment area is like a naturally formed community, and everyone usually chats under his video like a small talk. Liang Muqiu even saw someone dating in the comments.
 He uploaded this video of Edamame, and after ten minutes, there were a few scattered comments below.
 He glanced at the comment area, and sure enough, the familiar id-Nandu was in the front row.
 Nandu is also his loyal fan. Since he only posted a few videos at station D, he has become his fan. He doesn't talk much, but he comments every time.
 After all these years, two people can be regarded as friends who have never met.
 Liang Muqiu opened the backstage and saw Nandu sent him a private message, asking if Edamame was feeling well.
 Liang Muqiu: "Okay, I was still chewing on the dog bone toy just now. I will take it out for a walk tomorrow."
 Nandu: "That's good."
 The topic has reached the point, and Nandu has not sent any more messages.
 Liang Muqiu stared at the head in a daze.
 Nandu's head is an oak tree, with no features, silent and low-key, just like him.
 The two have been in touch since two years ago.
 Because Liang Muqiu was drunk, it was rare to have a live broadcast. At that time, there were only a few people in the live broadcast room. He went back to the university a while ago, the library was renovated, but the cherry blossom tree outside the door remained the same, it was really beautiful.
 Other people in the live broadcast room are watching the fun, ready to wait for him to wake up the next day and laugh at him.
 Only Nandu sent him a private message overnight.
 Ask him where he is, if his stomach hurts, if anyone takes care of him.
 When he saw it, he was stunned, and even sobered up a bit.
 Because even across the screen, the anxiety and impatience that rushed to my face seemed to overflow.
 Nandu Liu's last sentence, "Please come back to me, please."
 Liang Muqiu stared at the screen for a while before replying, "I'm fine. My stomach doesn't hurt much, I just didn't wake up."
 The other side responded quickly, "Don't take it seriously, if you have a stomach upset, go to the hospital, do you have any friends, do you need me to call a personal doctor for you?"
 He looked at the short two lines.
 There was only a pure white background on the screen, but he seemed to see Cen Nan's anxious face.
 In the end, he didn't say anything he shouldn't say, and replied, "I'm really fine, it doesn't hurt anymore."
 After this time, he would occasionally chat privately with this stranger named "Nandu", chatting like a friend.
 During the chat, he roughly knew the information about Nandu. He was one year younger than him, and he was a Chinese Ph.D. student from Pingshi.
 He even rashly asked Nandu for a photo once.
 He felt like a pervert who harassed his fans, and stubbornly wanted to take a look at what the person who was chatting with him looked like.
 Fortunately, Nandu did not reject him.
 Photos arrived quickly.
 The man above did not have a striking face, but he was handsome and gentle, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a gray fine-grained shirt, sitting properly on the school bench.
 Far from Cen Nan as handsome, nor as sharp-edged under Cen Nan's cold exterior.
 It's a completely unfamiliar face.
 Liang Muqiu even searched the Internet with this photo, and determined that it was not an online picture that could be found casually.
 He couldn't tell what he felt, it seemed like a blessing, but it was mixed with a trace of loss.
 He first noticed "Nandu" because of the word "Nan" in this id. How many times, when he was chatting in Nandu, he couldn't help guessing that the opposite would not It would be Cen Nan.
 Now he knows the answer, it's just a caring stranger.
 But after this time, he let his guard down and talked to Nandu.
 At first, he was self-motivated, afraid that Nandu liked him, but later he found out that he thought too much.
 Liang Muqiu lay on the plush carpet and stared at the screen for a while, obviously Nandu had verified his identity, but when he thought of Cen Nan who happened to be his neighbor, he suddenly felt A cryptic suspicion arose.
 He asked Nandu, "What are you doing now?"
 Nandu came back quickly, "I'm writing my thesis at home."
 Liang Muqiu hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Really? I always think you lied to me."
 It's a bit of a shame that he typed this sentence because it was really offensive.
 If it wasn't for him, he had to confirm that "Nandu" was not Cen Nan, he would not say this to a person on the opposite side of the network if he was beaten to death.
 Fortunately, Nandu was not angry, but sent him another photo.
 The photo is of a computer with a half-written ancient paper on it, with a thin and fair hand next to it, wearing a black watch.
 It was not Cen Nan's hand.
 Liang Muqiu breathed a sigh of relief.
 "Sorry, I shouldn't have been so rude." He sincerely apologized.
 "It's alright, I don't feel angry." Nandu was as simple as before, "Did something happen to you? I feel a little troubled."
 Liang Muqiu thought, there are too many troubles, such as whether he should beat Cen Nan.
 But he doesn't want to tell anyone this for now.
 "There is something, but I don't know how to say it yet."
 "Then don't say it, I'll listen when you want to say it."
 Liang Muqiu couldn't help but smile.
 As long as the opposite is not Cen Nan, then "Nandu" is really a rare friend.
 Intimate, gentle, yet moderate, never uncomfortable.
 He suddenly got a little whimsical and asked Nandu, "We have known each other for two years, and we have never met, why don't we make an appointment? Pingshi is just over two years away from me. Hour."
 Nandu seems to be stuck this time.
 After a while, she replied, "Sorry, I'm on a business trip recently and can't meet."
 Liang Muqiu was a little disappointed, but didn't ask.
 "Alright then, I'll make an appointment later when I'm free."
 He had a chat with Nandu, and he felt better.
 Because he went out for a walk today, he was also a little tired and fell asleep a little earlier than usual.
 Before going to bed, he opened his Moments and took a look.
 Cen Nan didn't post anything today.
 He didn't know why, and was a little upset.
 Because edamame came back, Liang Muqiu took edamame for a walk in the community garden for several days.
 His edamame is a courtesan. Although she has short legs, she is unexpectedly very popular in the dog kennel. Everywhere there are dog hooks lovingly rubbing over and playing with edamame.
 Play for a while.
 Liang Muqiu was chatting with other owners next to him, and felt that his son was a scumbag, which made him very embarrassed.
 He thought to himself, edamame is definitely following Cennan.
 He is so dedicated and affectionate, but he can't raise such a scumbag.
 In high school, those gentle and lovely girls liked Cen Nan as if they were blind, but Cen Nan has always been cold and unwilling to say a single extra sentence.
 Seeing that it was getting late and it was time to go home, Liang Muqiu shouted at Edamame, "Edamame, come back, we have to go."
 Edamame immediately abandoned his friend and ran over.
 Liang Muqiu took the rope, one person and one dog, and went home slowly.
 Before entering the apartment building, Liang Muqiu gently asked his son what he wanted to eat tonight, "edamame, shall we eat fish and chicken at night?"
 But as soon as he looked up, he found that in front of the elevator, his unwelcoming neighbor, Mr. Cen, was staring at him blankly.
 And the edamame he was holding in his hand.
 Cen Nan probably just got off work, his suit is leather shoes, the black suit suits him very well, his hair is meticulously combed, and he smells like an elite scum.
 Liang Muqiu didn't expect to meet here, so she didn't know whether to say hello or not.
 But before he could open his mouth, the edamame he was holding in his hand became excited first, changed his noble indifference, and rushed up with his little **** twisted.
 Liang Muqiu couldn't even catch the leash.
 He watched his edamame, dragging a red rope, ran to Sa Huan'er next to Cen Nan, and slammed it on Cen Nan's trousers with enthusiasm.
 Cen Nan also squatted down and called out in disbelief, "Edamame..."
 Edamame gave a loud "Ouch" and got into Cen Nan's arms at once, putting all the dog hair on Cen Nan's high-end suit.
 It licked Cen Nan's face, black eyes, and was full of attachment like a puppy.
 I haven't seen him for seven years, and he still remembers his other "Dad".
 The puppy doesn't understand what abandonment is, nor why Cen Nan disappeared.
 It only knows that after a long, long time apart, its other "daddy" reappeared and hugged it like a child.
 It even looked back at Liang Muqiu, as if asking Liang Muqiu to come too.
 Liang Muqiu's face was not good-looking, so she walked over slowly.
 He also counted on edamame to bite Cen Nan twice, but this guy turned out to be a collaborator and traitor.
 Cen Nan picked up the edamame.
 He said to Liang Muqiu with a complicated expression, "I didn't expect that Edamame still remembers me."
 Liang Muqiu suddenly became angry.
 He said to Cen Nan rudely, "Don't dream less, Maodou was only one year old when you went abroad, and it's been seven years now, and you still expect your son to remember you. It's just... warm to everyone. "
 As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned.
 When he and Cen Nan raised the dog, he often called Corgi his son. After Cen Nan left, he didn't change it.
 But now it's like a divorced couple discussing child custody.
 Liang Muqiu silently shut up.
 The air was silent for a few seconds.
 Cen Nan didn't know whether to be happy or not, at least Liang Muqiu subconsciously admitted that he was also the "father" of Edamame.
 He looked down at Liang Muqiu, "You're right, it's my fault that I didn't participate in our son's growth, and I will make up for it in the future."
 Liang Muqiu's mouth twitched.
 He knows what shameless is.
 He said speechlessly, "Cen Nan, you need to face. This is my dog, my son, what does it have to do with you? already."
 Cen Nan looked stiff.
 He looked at Liang Muqiu.
 Liang Muqiu looked at the ground, not at him.
 Liang Muqiu wore a sapphire blue embroidered coat today, her fair profile was bright and fair, with a youthful air, as if she was still in college.
 
 He lowered his eyes and whispered, "I didn't want it."
 Liang Muqiu snorted, did not answer, stepped forward and pressed the elevator button.
 Up to the eleventh floor of the elevator, Cen Nan was holding the edamame.
 Seeing that he was about to enter the door, Liang Muqiu turned around and stretched out his hand to Cen Nan, "Enough is enough, give me the edamame."
 Cen Nan was startled, looked at Liang Muqiu with complicated eyes for a while, and put the edamame in his hand.
 But he couldn't help but ask, "Can I see edamame in the future?"
 Liang Muqiu subconsciously wanted to say no.
 But he looked up at Cen Nan. Under the dim corridor lights, Cen Nan's face was like a thick and colorful oil painting. The eyelashes fluttered gently, as if hiding a thousand words.
 Edamame is also moving restlessly in his arms, always wanting to grab Cen Nan's sleeve.
 For a moment, Liang Muqiu felt like breaking up Cinderella and her father's stepmother.
 He sighed.
 "Come if you want, don't make me look like a stepfather."
 After he finished speaking, he deliberately did not look at Cen Nan's bright eyes, pushed the door, closed it, and shut Cen Nan out of the door in one go.
 Edamame didn't understand why Cen Nan had closed the door, and was still digging the door anxiously, looking up at Liang Muqiu from time to time, whimpering.
 Liang Muqiu squatted down, patted Edamame's round butt, and scolded, "Eating inside and out."
 But he didn't feel itchy or painful, and Edamame thought he was playing with herself.
 Liang Muqiu is gone.
 He nodded his edamame's nose and said, "It's fine if I can't forget him, why didn't I forget you. How old were you back then."
 He scolded Edamame and himself.
 Because he knows why.
 It was Cen Nan who brought the edamame back at the beginning. It was Cen Nan who cooked the edamame, shoveled feces, and escorted the edamame when she was sick.
 He was like a spoiled child by Cen Nan at that time, how could he take care of a puppy with milky milk. The first time Edamame went to the hospital when he was sick, he was at a loss. He pulled on the corner of Cen Nan's clothes and asked Cen Nan with red eyes if Edamame would be okay.
 Cen Nan wrapped him in a down jacket, as reliable as a tree.
 "No, I'm here."
 He will always remember the woody fragrance on Cen Nan's body, he buried his head on Cen Nan's shoulder and indulged in it like a poison.
 He knew from a long time ago that he was too dependent on Cen Nan, but who can say that this is not the result of Cen Nan's deliberate indulgence.
 After not seeing him for many years, he still made no progress and was in chaos.
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 Liang Muqiu seriously doubted if he had read the astrology forecast when he went out today.
 He borrowed a fire in the bar, but borrowed it from his ex-boyfriend.
 It is said that old partners would never contact each other. However, they hadn’t seen each other for seven years, yet this bastard was not only not old, but also more handsome than before.
 Especially when Cen Nan lit a cigarette for him in the dim light, his eyelashes drooped slightly, like when he kissed him under the blossoming tree seven years ago.
 Liang Muqiu: Damn it, why was he still a little excited?
 It took a long time for Liang Muqiu to wake up.
 From the moment he saw Cen Nan, what he wanted to borrow was not fire, but a kiss of reunion after a long separation.
 After seven years of separation, he still loved the same person.
 Coincidentally, so did Cen Nan.
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 The traitor Gu Mang returned to his home kingdom again. Everyone rejoiced in his banishment. It was said the one who hated him most was his closest friend – the cold and stoic Young Master Mo.
 A rumour: Young Master Mo prepared three hundred and sixty-five methods of torture to try on Gu Mang, enough to play with him for a year without repetition.
 But what’s the truth then?
 Well the truth is even more unspeakable–
 Mo Xi’s identity: the most abstinent commander of the empire.
 His relationship with the traitor Gu Mang: they’d slept together before.
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 An internet troll who wanted attention, the reader criticized his favorite web novel, saying: “The protagonist is dumb and the author is stupid.”
 Author: “… Got it.”
 Unfortunately for him, the author actually listened to his (troll) feedback. The formerly lighthearted tale of a cute harem master suddenly became super dark and edgy. The reader could only helplessly look on as the the protagonist was abused and betrayed, finally embarking on the road to becoming completely evil. Everything was a mess!
 After that the reader transmigrated into a strange world. How come the person in front of him looks like the protagonist (evil undead version)? Just what is going on?!
 Note: Du Zhe (读者 meaning Reader) and Du Ze (杜泽 the character’s name) sound almost the same
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 A Few Words : All the love that is not worth the applause is rogue and unrestrained.
 Shen Qi : If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.
 Gong : Papapa!!!
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 Qi Huan and Qu Jianshen grew up together since childhood, and even though Qu Jianshen had a face more handsome than any male star in the entertainment industry, she never had any other thoughts about him.
 She didn’t until she was told by her parents that they had been engaged by her grandfather’s generation.
 Qi Huan’s first thought was to refuse, but no one wanted to cancel a marriage contract made by the elders. So she asked her best friend to help her come up with ideas to make Qu Jianshen to refuse too, so that maybe her parents’ side will give up.
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 Zhong Yi was invited to be a visiting professor, Zhang Xingzhi was king for the first day, and some people were late.
 He nodded at the bottom of the position that was late and insisted on sitting in the first row and said: “You, don’t leave after class.”
 The whole class was silent, and everyone turned their attention to the authentic professional teacher they were occupied. One is inevitable.
 Until later, the new teacher arranged classwork: send a photo they thought was the best to him.
 The children were about to start searching, so they listened to the professional teacher and asked,
 “What about me?” The class calmed down again.
 Zhong Yi raised an eyebrow: “You send it, I’ll watch it.” All eyes looked down, and they raised the phone and pressed the shutter to the person on the podium.
 The whole class ? ?
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 After thousands of years of silence, the world of cultivation once again welcomed the golden age. 
 While the prodigies and sects’ various disciples in the world competed, Zhou Feng had only a skill panel. And the panel would only give him passive skills. 
 Gluttony: When you digest food, you can digest it faster and better. You will also get hungry faster. 
 Strength: When you are not fighting, you will slowly regain 1% of your health. 
 Blade-Sharpening Rock: You will gain 1 point every time you fight. 
 Age Gracefully: Every year you live, you gain Defense +1. 
 Armor: You will have an armor of a certain ratio every time you attack. 
 Dao Seeds: Increase of 1% to your familiarity with cultivating the Dao. 
 … 
 “All sorts of passive skills are vested within me. I cultivate passively!” 
 “As long as I can live until the end, then I will become the strongest!”
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 Song Jinxi really likes the abstinence overlord villain in a novel about a sadomasochistic president.
 The villain is handsome and indifferent, smarter than a demon, coldhearted and less lustful, and his aura is so cool that it makes one’s legs soft!
 A system is bound between them. She was told that the villain has blackened and wants to kill the male and female lead and destroy the world?
 The two-dimensional world is facing the danger of collapse, and Song Jinxi turns into a righteous fighter and transmigrates into the novel.
 The first time she transmigrated, the villain was still a little beanie and in order to save him, she sacrificed her life honorably.
 The second time she transmigrated, the villain grew into a young boy and in order to save him, she sacrificed her life again.
 The third time she transmigrated…she died again. 
 The three worst things of the villain’s childhood were avoided by her, but he still blackened and wants to destroy the world again?
 Song Jinxi transmigrated for the fourth time, but she did not expect to be caught by the villain as soon as she landed. 
 The villain that had grown into a tyrannical CEO, pressed the petite girl against the wall and whispered in her ear with a very dangerous voice:
 “If you dare to die again, I will let everyone in this world be buried with you.”
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 Ping Mo has been transferred from the Special Forces to the Alliance University, and the whole university is in an uproar. The new instructor, Ping Mo, is said to be a top alpha, with a lean waist, long legs, a nice ass, and a great sense of humor.
 The little sweet omegas get weak at the sight of him.
 Pei Yutu disdains: What’s so good about this f*cking little white guy?
 Later, Pei Yutu discovers Ping Mo’s little secret; He is an omega, a rare Therian omega!
 Big Pei pressed the man into the toilet stall, his teeth gently crushed his glands, looked at the flushed drill sergeant, squeezed the tail behind him, and laughed, “Damn! You’re so good everywhere!”
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 Framed by her so-called best friend and half-sister, Su Qianxun stumbled upon a strange man when she was making her escape. A strange man so handsome it looked as if his face was carved by the Gods, but with a heart as cold as stone. A wild and fiery night ensued, and ever since then, they embarked on a journey filled with passion, lust, conspiracy and treachery.
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 In her last life, Yu Lingxi fell from a myriad of stars that surrounded the moon into the dust, and was forced to sacrifice herself to the regent, Ning Yin.
 The regent was born handsome and beautiful, but unfortunately he has a crippled leg. He was a twisted and cruel madman who killed his brothers and father.
 What Yu Lingxi was most afraid of was that while wiping the fresh blood on his hands, he smiled and said to her: “Lingxi, come here.”
 After only two years of marriage, Yu Lingxi passed away suddenly.
 After her death, Ning Yin did not set up a mourning hall, did not make funeral arrangements and buried her, and became even more insane, slaughtering the city with blood.
 Then she was reborn at fifteen years old, when she was still a high-ranking noble daughter of the general’s mansion, and Ning Yin was not yet the regent who covered the sky with one hand.
 Unable to swallow this anger, Yu Lingxi took the guards to find Ning Yin, who was living on the street, and intended to beat him anonymously to avenge the resentment in her previous life.
 Unexpectedly, when she rushed to the scene in anger, she saw the thin boy curled up and was being pressed to the ground, and his left leg was about to be broken. The muddy water was covered with blood and trickled down, soaking his dark and resentful eyes red…
 Only then did she realize what a pitiful past Ning Yin had.
 Yu Lingxi made a mistake due to a strange combination of circumstances, and instead of going to beat someone, she went to save him.
 She had no choice but to take in the little poor boy and try her best to teach him to be an upright young man with a healthy body and mind.
 To her surprise, as she taught and taught, the little poor boy looked at her with more gloomy and strange eyes.
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 The daughter of a duke, the stuttering Maximilian, married a knight of lowly status at her father’s coercion.
 After their first night, her husband departed for an expedition without another word.
 He comes back three years later, this time as a famous knight in the whole continent.
 How would Maximilian face him on his return?
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 Having reincarnated into a different world, Murong Lin found himself utterly bewildered. 
 The golden finger system informed him that he needed to eliminate the protagonist—wait, he wasn’t the protagonist? 
 Innocently, Murong Lin turned his gaze towards the designated heroes, a butcher’s knife clutched in his hand. Regretfully, he realized he had no alternative but to end their lives if he wished to survive. 
 Hold on, this pig was a protagonist too? And that tree? 
 Without any choice, Murong Lin found himself forced down the path of bloodshed.
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