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 Duan Feizhuo stared nervously at the door. How long has the secret trading house been closed? It must have been closed since Uncle Joseph fell ill. Customers must be anxiously waiting during this time, right?
 So today...today...
 What if a customer comes? How does he know how to do business! It was his first time visiting this place today! How is he going to explain it? "I'm sorry, dear ladies and gentlemen, I'm the new owner of the trading house, and I'm just here to visit and learn, so you're wasting your time."—Those guests are all magicians! Will they turn him into a groundhog for being too disappointed?
 He wanted to turn the clock back to 12 o'clock and close the customer channel, but it was too late.
 Directly opposite the rosewood counter, at the end of the hall of the trading house stood a silver door.
 Faint human voices came from outside the closed door.
 "Oh my god, so this is the secret trading house! If it doesn't open again, I'll think the boss ran away with the money!"
 "He won't, my dear, he's an honest businessman. I remember when he opened for the last time, he said he was sick. He was probably treating his illness during this time."
 "Can a great mystic like him get sick?"
 "My dear, mystics are also mortals. It is in pursuit of immortality that we embark on this difficult road. Unless we truly understand this philosophy, we will be free from birth, old age, sickness and death."
 What happens if the customer channel is closed now? Will those customers who have already come to the trading house be stuck here?
 Duan Feizhu frantically checked the space under the counter, as if Joseph would hide there. But there was nothing under the counter except an iron box.
 By the way, those arcane philosophy books!
 Duan Feizhuo tried to open the leftmost drawer of the counter, only to see that it was full of large and small coins, 5 pounds and 2 pounds gold coins, new 1 shilling silver coins newly issued this year, 1 crown and half crown silver coins , mixed with a few old guineas. Tucked in a corner were bundles of ten-pound notes.
 Normally, he would have admired it ecstatically for a while, but now he just wants to curse a useless thing!
 He opened the middle drawer again, which contained a stack of papers, a bottle of ink and a pen.
 Desperately, he opened the rightmost drawer. There were several thick leather-bound books in it, which looked like they were very old, and there were still a lot of labels stuck inside.
 Duan Feizhuo took out the top one in ecstasy, and opened a page, only to see that it was filled with densely written words, and on the top it read
 "Muscat hand-woven blanket, made of subspecies golden red-crested falcon feathers, one corner is missing, caused by improper use by the original owner; fire-resistant and high-temperature resistant; purchase price 65 pounds; transaction price 185 pounds. Common features Under the light conditions, it emits a light blue light, with a luminosity level of 2."
 Duan Feizhuo looked back, and it turned out that this is an account book, which records all the products that his uncle has handled, and some of them are accompanied by photos. It is indeed very instructive for the owner of the trading house, but unfortunately it is of no value for the current emergency situation...
 More conversations came from outside the door. It is conceivable that eager customers found that the teleportation circle was back in operation, and they rushed into the trading house impatiently, wanting to see what new goods the long-lost owner of the trading house brought.
 "Joseph Chester, I have been tricked by you!"
 Duan Feizhuo smashed his fist at the golden clock, then held his hand and screamed, the pain was so painful that he almost burst into tears.
 He didn't want to get involved with the mystic at all!
 "Let me continue to run the trading house?" He gritted his teeth, and then showed a vengeful smile, "Okay, I will show you how to run it! Since you taught me that honesty is the first, dear 'uncle', then I Just tell them I don't know anything about esoteric philosophy. You can't blame me if the trading house goes under because of mismanagement, can you?"
 As long as the trading house goes bankrupt, he can confidently be a salted fish. You don't have to worry about how to run this place anymore, and you don't have to worry about what the night policeman will do if he finds out his identity. It's all done, once and for all!
 He grabbed the golden mask on the counter and covered his face.
 I don't know if it was his illusion, but this mask fits as if it was tailor-made.
 Miss Madeleine Clearwater had been in London from Dublin for more than a month.
 Ostensibly, she was visiting her godmother, Mrs Boyle. She was old enough to enter the world, so her parents sent her to London to ask Mrs. Boyle to guide her manners and act as her introducer. For a lady from a country gentry family, this arrangement is both traditional and appropriate.
 But in fact, Mrs. Boyle was not Madeleine's godmother at all. The widowed old woman at 17 Connaught Garden Street was actually Madeleine's mentor. Madeleine studied mystical philosophy from her—some people call it magic, but modern people generally believe that it is an esoteric subject that explores the hidden laws of the world, just like physics and chemistry used to be called natural philosophy.
 Mrs. Boyle is the best at spirits. Madeleine thought that after staying at 17 Connaught Garden Street, she would be able to learn to perform mysterious rituals, summon ghosts or demons, and talk to wisdom from other worlds. However, for a month, The instructor only asked her to do two kinds of homework over and over again—reading books and staring blankly at a piece of paper with a magic circle drawn on it.
 Of course, this is no ordinary paper. This piece of paper is the "key" to the secret trading house. All kinds of rare treasures are sold there, and occultists from all over the world gather to discuss esoteric philosophies. As long as the magic circle is turned on, no matter where you are, you can easily and conveniently enter the trading bank.
 Madeleine was originally unable to use the key. Mrs. Boyle said that each guest had a key, but could not lend it to others who did not have one, nor could it be revealed to others what the key was for, whether by speaking, writing, or gestures. Once this secret is revealed, they will die suddenly on the spot.
 However, Mrs. Boyle knew that Madeleine would be her apprentice, so the last time she visited the trading house, she asked the owner of the trading house to draw a key for Madeleine. When the trading house opens next time, Madeleine can go to the trading house to open her eyes.
 Madeleine had been looking forward to that day, but she waited and waited, but the magic circle did not change at all. Mrs. Boyle said that the trading house was supposed to be open at least once a week. She must have made a mistake, right?
 She carries that key with her every day and checks it every hour. Finally, on April 15th, the magic circle on the paper changed color, from the original black to a dark blue with shimmering light, just like adding silver foil to the blue ink.
 She happily took the paper to find Mrs. Boyle. The instructor immediately announced that it was time. Madeleine rushed into the bedroom and hurriedly changed into her best dress. When she returned to Mrs. Boyle's study, she found that the old woman had also put on a magnificent fur shawl she had never seen before, and a mask, as if she were going to a masquerade ball.
 "Come on, dear, you can wear it too." The old woman handed her a mask covered with feathers. "Everyone who enters the trading house must hide their identities to prevent the night police from infiltrating."
 Madeleine put on her mask and jumped into the circle. There was a whirlwind. When she regained her senses, she found herself standing on a landing, with a finely carved silver door standing in front of her, but it was tightly closed.
 And on the wall behind them was a beautiful tapestry, with a complex magic circle woven on it, exactly the same as the magic circle on that piece of paper.
 Some people had already arrived one step ahead of them, and they were all waiting outside the door.
 Everyone wears a mask, and the two masked figures closest to Madeleine remind her of executioners. An unknown man or woman wears the ornate mask of the Venetian carnival. A group of brightly dressed Turks yelled in a foreign language and wore wooden masks. There is also an oriental woman, with her hair tied in a high bun and rich ornaments, she looks like an exotic princess. Her mask is pure black, with patterns painted on her forehead.
 There was a humming and whispering all around, like moth wings beating against glass.
 Mrs. Boyle was used to such scenes, and stood aside dignifiedly and quietly. Madeleine couldn't stay idle, she stretched her neck and looked around.
 "Ma'am, why don't we go in?"
 "It's impolite to break into someone's house when it's not open."
 "Ma'am, what's downstairs?"
 "You can go and see, dear." Mrs. Boyle said with a smile, "but come back quickly."
 With the permission of his wife, Madeleine was as happy as a free bird, lifted her skirt and ran to the bottom of the stairs.
 To her great shock, a large group of people gathered downstairs. They clustered together on the landing, huddled and whispering. And Mrs. Boyle was among them!
 Madeleine glanced up and down—how could that be? She obviously went down one level, how could she return to the door of the trading house?
 "It's a circular staircase," explained Mrs. Boyle.
 "Amazing!"
 Just when Madeleine was about to walk up this wonderful staircase again, the door of the trading house creaked open.
 The customers who lingered outside the door for a long time cheered. Madeleine hurried to Mrs. Boyle, took her arm, and acted obediently.
 The one who opened the door was a young man wearing a golden mask. He is slender and strong, standing in the center of the trading house with a master-like attitude, staring at many customers.
 Contrary to the golden mask, he wore a simple and outdated coat, like a bumpkin from the country, in stark contrast to the colorful guests.
 But he can't be a bumpkin, can he? Madeleine thought. He must be the owner of the secret trading house. See how unhurried his posture is. One can only be so confident in one's own territory.
 He might be teasing us by dressing like this, because we're all all dressed up like we're going to the Queen's Invitation.
 Madeleine didn't know, but Duan Feizhuo, who was standing at the door, was thinking **** it, did he want to dress up so spectacularly? "Uncle Joseph" why don't you leave me some clothes?
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 In Victorian England, occult practitioners and the Nightmen Police, who hunted occult practitioners, were at odds and engaged in a fight to the death. Legend has it that one of the occult practitioners was a mysterious merchant who ran the world’s largest underground black market in the occult arts, offering a variety of rare treasures. Word says that the Nightmen have a newly appointed young detective whose decisive actions have solved many cases, and occult practitioners are terror-stricken hearing his name.
 Duan FeiZhou: Good, both are me.
 He transmigrated to this era because he accidentally clicked on an email titled “Congratulations on your million dollar inheritance” and confusingly agreed to join the Nightmen’s side to fight against the occult practitioners.
 Who knew that the next day he would inherit a mysterious inheritance from his uncle – the owner of the world’s most prominent black market of secret arts underground trading… This was a bit awkward.
 Duan FeiZhou decided to stay away from the strife to avoid falling off the horse and became a salted fish.
 On the one hand, crazy black market customers hope that the black market will close down as soon as possible. On the other hand, the Nightmen are negatively idle, hoping that he is quickly fired. However, the more he rushed customers, the more the business of the black market became red hot. The more negativity, the more he was promoted in the Nightmen.
 Seeing that the double-sided was becoming a bigger hassle, he was afraid his mask would fall off..
 The Scotland Yard’s NIghtmen Leader, code name Z, has white hair, blind eyes, mechanical prosthetics, metal spine, all from war damage; his hobby is hand-rolling cigars, and if he can not save the hostages, he will shoot them together with the criminals. His highest ideal in life is to exterminate all the occult practitioners in the world.
 He thought he had a heart of gold with a painful past, but step by step, he was impressed and conquered by the new young Nightman… He also reformed him.
 Until one day, he learned that the young man who tugged at his heartstrings was his lifelong enemy – the owner of the world’s largest underground black market for secret arts.
 Z: Oh well.
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 In this world, is there anything worse than becoming a beggar and being penniless?
 Yes, absolutely yes! With one stumble, you fall into an uncultivated barbarian continent ! ! !
 Is there anything worse in the world than to fall into an uncultivated barbarian continent?
 Yes, TMD (Ta ma de: F*ck!), definitely yes.
 It’s forcefully kissing a man, moreover, it’s a super wild (uncivilized) man~~~
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 The planet was invaded by the Tates, and suffered from the devastation of the last ages. In the crisis of survival, some humans awakened powers, and they realised that those mutant beasts could cooperate with their own consciousness and increase their fighting power to two times more.
 This kind of animal was called Warpet. Shu Xiaohui was somewhat different from others. When the Tates invaded, he became a hamster and silently felt the presense of another powerful person.
 Chen Chengduo watched his companions slowly find their warpet, and wondered where his one was until one day he saw Shu Xiaohui with his mouth full of melon seeds in the corner of the wall…
 Others were warpet, his was only just a pet right…
 Hamster: You… You don’t look at my small size. I have lucky BUFF!
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 Her husband and elder sister had an accident while having a limo sex. But she was treated as dirt. She loved Fu Haochen deeply but had to stand it when the two made a public display of affection every day. “Fu Haochen, I’m a woman and I can also be jealous. My heart hurts badly. Since you don’t love me, then let’s have a divorce.” Luo Enxi left a divorce agreement and got in the plane which then crashed. “Luo Enxi, you want to leave me like this? Only in your dreams!”
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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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 Zhao Yu used to be a little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottom line, after being framed and sentenced to a lethal injection death penalty; Zhao Yu woke up reincarnated to a parallel timeline, where he’s no longer a criminal, but a Key Case Investigation Team agent.
 The change from a criminal to a police officer had thrown Zhao Yu off and had him wreak havoc for the first few days in the station. But with the help of a mysterious “Miracle system,” Zhao Yu was able to embark on a new life where his goal is to solve the unsolvable cases and make amends for his past life’s mistakes.
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 Li Qingzhou, who had been sick for many years, died and was systematically bound to an old romance novel, where he became the villain.
 This villain was beautiful, but had a gloomy personality and was wheelchair-bound with leg problems….
 Li Qingzhou bursts into tears and rolled on the ground crying, “I won’t do it! I refuse!”
 System: “Your leg will be fine as soon as you complete the mission.”
 Li Qingzhou sat back up: “What mission? I’ll take it!”
 The task: Find a lover for the male protagonist’s uncle Liu Bohuai to prevent him from ending up alone.
 Then the system sent him into the book and left, but before leaving it threw a gold finger to Li Qingzhou, however it fell on the wrong person…..
 Since then, Liu Bohuai has been able to hear the voice in Li Qingzhou’s heart and see the mood bubbles rising from the top of his head.
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 When Wen Ning was 20 years old, she was taken back to Hancheng’s Jiang house to fulfill her engagement. After marriage although, Jiang Shu was humble and courteous for half a year. In the end, she failed to warm his heart.
 Leaving that night, the rain and cold wind made the little girl curl up on the cold chair with her legs in her arms, and her thin face was pale with cold.
 In the car not far away, the assistant said nervously, “Mr. Jiang, shall I go and get Miss Wen back?” The man hung his lips coldly, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep: “Let her be might as well she learn a lesson. If she can’t stand it, she will go home.” Jiang Shu miscalculated for the first time in his life. After that night, he never even heard her voice again.
 Few weeks later.
 Jiang Shu received a call about his sister asking for family members to bail after she caused trouble in a bar. The man didn’t care: “Don’t let it out, just lock it up.”
 Jiang Mengmeng heared the call: “Brother! My little sister-in-law is here too! She is locked up with me! Help us!” Jiang Shu sat up and said, “Ask her to say something to me.”
 Wen Ning abruptly said, “No comment.”
 The man suddenly lost his voice and replied: “Wait for me, I will come right away.”
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 The later generations immensely revered Great Wei’s Jianan Emperor. During the period of his reign, Great Wei entered its golden era. 
 Interestingly, all the records, that glorified his accomplishments unanimously agreed, that Jianan Emperor had only one flaw in his life: He favored only imperial noble consort! 
 Zhou Tong was very annoyed. She time-traveled out of blue, didn’t even have time to take a breath, and yet, already had to deal with troubles. 
 What? The original owner of her body was a walk-on cannon fodder*? She couldn’t even be regarded as a second female lead? 
 Zhou Tong is angry! Change, it must change! This plot needs a beautiful turn around in order to be worthy of sis’s coquettish personality! 
 This is a story of the unfortunate time-traveling lass, who possessed the body of reborn aboriginal maiden and became the Great Wei’s beloved imperial consort.
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 Xu Mo, a modern high school student was sent back in time to Jing Kingdom and found herself trapped inside of the body of a princess with the same name.
 She had barely recovered when she learned of an unparalleled fiancé and in a daze, they got married. Then the stunning genius physician who normally does not pay attention clamoured to marry her. After that, there was a cold general, a flirtatious lord, a tsundere young master……
 As it turns out, this was a male-dominated dynasty. Because the female population was sparse, the entire nation shared wives regardless of rank or nobility. Is it feasible for someone who wants to maintain monogamy in this dynasty?
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 Zhuang Feng is in his last year of high school, and he’s just moved to the city. He lives with his good-for-nothing cousin, who’s always on business trips falling for get-rich-quick scams, and his Saozi (sister-in-law), who tries to make his life miserable as much as possible. There’s one upside, though; she. is. freaking. hot. But one day, he found a piece of her underwear in the bathroom…. And unfolded a series of events that will turn his life upside down.
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 See how the little security guards play in the city and set off waves of waves! 
 As a student, I don’t stay in the school honestly; as a boss, I don’t know how much the companies and companies under my control make every year; as a man, I have emotional entanglements with many beauties; as a triad The boss, he does not allow the association to sell drugs, and does not allow members to bully the weak and collect protection fees; 
 What is the underworld? It is the knife head that licks the blood and the canthus must be reported. It is the occasional bleed of dissatisfaction for five steps. It is the savagery of my fist that I have the final say regardless of the rationale. 
 Reborn in the world, full of magic, chasing power, grabbing money, nestling in red and green, what is it for?
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 Luya transmigrated to a strange post-apocalyptic world.
 When she woke up, she found herself trapped inside a cage at a monster’s market, ready to be sold as fresh meat.
 In this world, monsters run rampant and humans are powerless. The era of civilization is over, and the remainder of humanity struggles on the verge of extinction.
 Dragons like humans very much, similar to how humans are fond of cats. Just before Luya was about to be butchered, an actual dragon bought Luya and carried her back to his lair.
 The first gift the dragon gave Luya was the human prince who had been turned into a dog by a warlock.
 Dragon: Now go cook and eat it.
 Luya: ???
 This is a crafting and technology-focused story. The heroine transmigrates into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Starting from the dragon’s lair, she builds things from scratch, employs science, and helps mankind regain civilization and order.
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