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 Friendships which children huddle each other stand the test of time. They will guard forever each other's secrets.
 This is because it is difficult for children to break their promises: to adult eyes their honesty is enviable. I was so sure that the secret that I and Charles we sharing would have been safe for eternity.
 I smiled to myself satisfied, because my plan was carried out exactly as I had imagined.
 I hesitated a lot, but at the end I had won and Charles had been a less formidable opponent than I thought: he should had to undertake more to reach my level of wits!
 &lt;&lt; Chris, what are you laughing at? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Eh? See Charles, for this: because we've just become friends. I'm glad! &gt;&gt;.
 I certainly could not tell him what I was really thinking! So, after having shot such a falsehood, I realized one thing: this was the first time in which I became friend with someone for convenience.
 Charles looked at me in awe and with a defiant look:
 &lt;&lt; Chris, you're laughing again &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Come on, what's wrong?! By the way, Charles …&gt;.
 The question came to me spontaneously and, since we were among friends and no one was listening to us, no frills courtesy I asked him:
 &lt;&lt; But, what were you doing here? &gt;&gt;.
 Didn't seem like to have seen him in the ballroom: if he would had been there before, being the prince's third son they surely would have introduced him to me.
 So he was having nothing to do with the ballet which was taking place in the hall.
 &lt;&lt; I came to read a book &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; To read? &gt;&gt;.
 Judging by his answer, I realized that he must have escaped from the party too.
 Looking closer I realized that all this time he had held in his hands a thick book with a red cover, perhaps illustrated.
 I looked around: we were in the dark, in the garden, because the sun had already set long ago, and it was barely possible to distinguish our feet in the moonlight.
 &lt;&lt; How can you read? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; I can not read anything because … it's dark &gt;&gt;, Charles replied sadly.
 Just the answer I expected.
 &lt;&lt; Yeah.. I see… &gt;&gt;.
 Probably he had come here to read during the day and thought to come back again in the evening, without realizing that with no light he would not been able to read a single word. He was just a baby! I was almost about to smile.
 &lt;&lt; Listen, Charles &gt;&gt;.
 I thought that this should have been the right moment to teach him a bit of label:
 &lt;&lt; Would you please give me that book for a moment? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Why? Can you read it even if it's dark? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Charles, keep in mind what I am about to tell you: knowing how to read is not the only talent which can be exercised through books! &gt;&gt;.
 I set the volume on my head and began to make turns, making the wheel with the skirt of my dress and laughing defiantly: the book had not moved a centimeter!
 &lt;&lt; See Charles! Books can also be used for that! &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Wow!!! &gt;&gt;.
 It was already the second applause I received that day: I was very proud to have demonstrated to Charles that I was a well-educated girl.
 I took the opportunity to show him one last thing which I learned from Marie.
 &lt;&lt; Listen Charles &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; What, Chris? &gt;&gt;.
 I returned the book holding out my hand:
 &lt;&lt; We can hear music from here also… what about to dance? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; What? &gt;&gt;, he asked incredulously, staring at my outstretched hand.
 Then he looked down, mortified.
 &lt;&lt; I cannot dance already, I… &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; But I can! &gt;&gt;.
 In front of his bad attitude, I decided to take the initiative:
 &lt;&lt; Come on, give me your hand! &gt;&gt;.
 Even if I knew the steps and, therefore, I knew how to dance, being seven years old only I was not allowed to perform in public, such in a party like the current one, for example: however, here in the garden, we were safe and sound. In the end we were not doing anything wrong: I just wanted to test my skills with a dancer "to my height"!
 Encouraged by me, Charles stretched out his hand fearful: I shook it with ease.
 &lt;&lt; And one, and two, and one two three! &gt;&gt;.
 Following the rhythm of the music coming from the hall and imagining that there was Marie to beat the clock with her hands, I drove Charles with the first step.
 I was not satisfied: neither our steps nor our breath were in synchrony, and the result was definitely ungraceful. It was all Charles fault who did not know how to move.
 &lt;&lt; Ohh come on, Charles! &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; I told you that I can not dance!!! &gt;&gt;, Charles said firmly, looking me in the eyes.
 In fact he was right: how could a 5 years old child dance! Sighing I kept guiding him.
 &lt;&lt; Sorry, you're right. I was wrong to compel you! &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Watch out! We are falling!! &gt;&gt;.
 Speaking and dancing together made us lose balance - which was already precarious - and, together, we fell into a bloomed flowerbed.
 &lt;&lt; …… &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; … ouch… &gt;&gt;.
 We stood belly upwards, speechless and stunned.
 Oh God!!! What if a member of the royal family would got injured, because of me??
 I do not know why, but almost without realizing it I began to laugh out loud: not with my usual vulgar way of doing, but more gently. It was a genuine laugh, an expression of joy which I felt like getting on the bottom of the stomach.
 &lt;&lt; Ahahahahahahaha, hilarious, ahahahahahahahahah! &gt;&gt;.
 Carried by my amusement, Charles began also laughing his socks off: our naive laughter echoed in the garden. I don't know how to explain what had just happened, the fact is that we found it too funny to be able to hold us back. We kept laughing that way, lying on the floral mantle.
 After I do not know how many minutes, maybe 2 or 3, we finally managed to stop and get up. With my hands I wiped dirt.
 &lt;&lt; So, bye Charles. I must go now &gt;&gt;.
 I checked no dirt was left on my dress and no leaves were still in my hair, and with a quick comb I put the latter back in order.
 &lt;&lt; … Are you leaving? &gt;&gt;.
 &lt;&lt; Yes. See you Charles! &gt;&gt;.
 I tried not to make me soften from the sadness expressed by his voice. I could not stay there anymore: my father would soon have come for me and, at that point, all my efforts to look the perfect daughter who he wished would have been vain.
 I began to move away from the garden with a firm step, directed to the ballroom, not caring about the sorrow which I was causing to my new friend.
 &lt;&lt; Hey Chris! &gt;&gt;.
 I felt again his voice calling behind:
 &lt;&lt; We will meet again, right? &gt;&gt;
 In front of that hopeful question I answered with a smile:
 &lt;&lt; You can be sure! &gt;&gt;.
 Although I knew that he was a member of the royal family, I turned to him proudly, widening the shoulders. My certainty was based on a very precise reflection: being the daughter of a duke and having the same age as the young prince, we would certainly meet again in the future.
 Also, Charles and I were linked by a much deeper fate, perhaps dating back to our previous lives, those described in "The Maze of Destiny."
 &lt;&lt; Do not forget it next time we meet, Charles! I am Christina Noir, sole heir of the ducal family Noir, and your friend! &gt;&gt;.
 After getting laid off as well, I moved on and walked toward the ballroom.
 Without being seen by anyone I came into the hall, still repeating in my head the name of my new friend.
 Charles Eduard.
 Third son of the royal family, blue blood was flowing in him. He could be one of three men who, in my previous life, have been linked to Mishley.
 Or…
 &lt;&lt; Or he could just be my betrothed! &gt;&gt;.
 Charles Eduard could also be the betrothed of the wicked daughter of the Duke, who was me: Christina Noir.
 Since that story's images - mostly dating from the mid-10s - were ruined, I had not realized it immediately, but when I heard his name i remembered all.
 Charles and I, as decided by our families, were promised to each other and, as recounted in "The Maze of Destiny", this would have represented an obstacle to the love between him and Mishley. In the book was also written that I would have killed myself with poison after the marriage between the two. May it be that the meeting of that night with Charles could have changed our fortunes?
 I smiled thinking back to his happy face when I told him we certainly would have met again.
 Maybe even I would have never been able to change fate but, for some reason, at that time I felt so happy.
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 Upon meeting the girl who would become her adopted younger sister, the duke’s daughter Christina regained memories of her previous life. Through those memories, she learned that her new sister, Mishuli, was the heroine of a certain story. And though the story depicted a Christina who abused her sister, the real Christina turned into a siscon who spoiled Mishuli to no end.
 Unfortunately, one day, Christina realized something. The best future for Mishuli depended on that story’s ending. And by following that story, whether it was execution, suicide, or exile, nothing fortunate would await Christina.
 Even knowing this, Christina would not waver.
 It was all for the sake of her sister.
 This is a story about a siscon girl who ignored her own destiny, to bring happiness to her sister.
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 (This book is the sequel to “The King of German Mercenaries” and is the second stage of the story’s development.) 
 Marin spent six years, from a poor wandering knight who was kicked out of the house, struggling to become the earl of the country, and established the famous “Black Water Company”, with 20,000 powerful mercenaries, became Germany King of mercenaries. 
 However, for a learned traversal who is a learned scholar, becoming the king of the mercenary world is obviously not the end. So, with the powerful mercenaries armed to the teeth, Marin set off a bloody storm in Germany and even Europe, and began the European Emperor’s rise model. 
 In the end, the North Sea became the “inner sea” surrounded by Marin-owned territories. Gold and silver from Peru and Mexico, saltpetre from Chile, sugar and spices from Caribbean islands, gold from South Africa, porcelain and silk from the Ming Dynasty, etc …
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 Tang Zhi didn’t expect that he would be dug into the wall, and the person who dug the wall was her cousin.
 The fiancé, who had never met, ran over confidently: “Let’s break the marriage, I don’t love you, the person I love is Xiaoxuan.”
 Tang Zhi looked up at him lazily, and thought silently – medium.
 “Oh, go back.”
 That night, a glimpse of the high-end private club, as a Buddhist face control, Tang Zhi remembered that sharp face at a glance.
 He is clearly wearing the most orthodox black suit, but he has an indifference and wildness that cannot be ignored, which is pleasing to the eye.
 A few days later, someone on the internal forum of an international organization placed an order – 5 million, to buy his personal contact information.
 Fourth Sister Gentle: Xiao Liu, I heard that you placed the order last night? 
 The irritable second child: Okay, I didn’t embarrass me.
 Rookie cousin: Tang Xiaozhi, you are fucking crazy! What exactly do you want to do? 
 Calm Yangou heroine: Can’t you see it? I am chasing him.
 Ruthless and heartless boss in a rumor: Well, don’t chase.
 He delivered it himself.
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 Traveling through the Zhou Wei Kingdom during World War II, carrying a krypton gold system. 
 10,000 krypton gold, 10 88mm anti-aircraft guns! 
 100,000 krypton gold, 50 120mm howitzers! 
 1 million krypton gold, Tiger heavy tank armor regiment! 
 10 million krypton gold, B29 bomber, P38 fighter aviation brigade! 
 100 million krypton gold, aircraft carrier battle group! 
 The more krypton gold you have, the stronger your army will be. 
 World War II was a bulldozer and the great powers were bulldozers! 
 China has reached the top, who is in favor and who is against it! 
 Thousands of infantrymen! 
 Millions of airmen! 
 Millions of navy! 
 The great powers are trembling! 
 Zhou Weiguo: "My goal is the sea of stars!" 
 Early stage: crush the great powers and build a superpower! 
 Later stage: With full technology points, conquer the universe!
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 Xia Weiwei had been in love with Luo Chejue for over eight years, and married to him for two. However, instead of a happy marriage, all she got was cruel torture. The man she had loved with her whole heart watched her struggle coldly and caused her the loss of her child… Siting in her wheelchair and forcing a smile at the dark muzzle of the gun, she felt that her heart had been torn to pieces.
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 Zhou Xining tried his best to plan for the second prince, but the second prince had just become a prince, so he turned around and left her behind. The reason was that she could help him to become a successor and help others. It's important...
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 The era of the Force Starry Sky. Gunye accidentally obtained the thousand-fold experience system. Practice sword skills and get a thousand times more experience. One sword stroke can upgrade the realm of swordsmanship. Just take two steps to practice body skills, and with the blessing of a thousand times of experience, your realm will skyrocket. The cultivation of his own realm is soaring all the way. From then on, in this era of cosmic stars, Gune's racing road got out of hand.
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 Every girl is a unique existence in the world.
 Whether she is rich or poor, whether she comes from the countryside or the bustling city.
 Huajin is never afraid of any ridicule and ridicule, but is afraid that she can’t control her life. She can not only embroider, but also embroider her own life.
 Some people say that Pei Yan has no connotation except being rich and a face that can be seen. Even the women you like can’t be on the stage.
 Pei Yan sneered, just your table top is unattainable. My home is different. If she is willing to lift her foot two inches, our countertop will only be one inch higher. If she doesn’t want to lift her foot, our countertop will lie on the ground.
 This is probably a story about wild wild peppers from outside the United States and the inside of the country and the wealthy people.
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 The golden list comes, and the emperors of each dynasty are asked to count the sinners of the country's subjugation. Those guilty of the country's subjugation will be punished, and those who have increased the country's fortune will be rewarded. 
 Seeing the dazzling array of rewards and punishments displayed by heaven, life span, elixirs, magic weapons, climbing the mountain of swords, frying oil pans, being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts...all the emperors were boiling. 
 Ying Zheng: I will end five hundred years of chaos, unify the world, and achieve the feats of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. I will surely obtain the elixir of immortality! 
 Li Shimin: From ancient times to pacifying troubled times, destroying Turks, opening up prosperous times, civilizing and martial arts, is there anyone who can compare with me? I have a hundred years of life, am I qualified? 
 Zhu Yuanzhang: We left the ancestral teachings of the Ming Dynasty to teach future generations, but in the end our country was destroyed. We want to see which unscrupulous descendant dares to destroy our Ming Dynasty? 
 ... 
 After the Tianbang announced the sinners of each dynasty's downfall, all the emperors were not calm, and Zhu Yuanzhang was even more numb! ! 
 Ying Zheng: With my great talent and great strategy, I wiped out the whole world, and ended up becoming the chief culprit for the country’s subjugation? 
 Zhu Yuanzhang: Will the Ming Dynasty perish in our hands? We have become the number one war criminal responsible for the subjugation of our country? !
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 Fu Yanzhi is a famous ice king in the Diyi Hospital. He is aloof, self-reliant, and just like a snowy mountain, no one could shake him.
 One day, Dr. Fu’s office started being frequently visited by a cheongsam-wearing belle-designer. She had an alluring figure, red lips, and fair skin.
 At first, his colleagues started betting that within a month, she would be rejected by Dr. Fu and would never set foot in their department again.
 A month later, she was still coming around.
 Three months later, a colleague saw her talking intimately with Dr. Fu.
 When she came out of his office, the high and aloof Dr. Fu’s ears were stained with bright lipstick and he was full of vitality.
 A year later, she and Dr. Fu got the marriage certificate.
 “……”
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 [Military marriage sweet pet + reborn female strong cool text] 
 Su Haitang is reborn! 
 Space Lingquan is close by, making a fortune is not a dream, the head of the object is very reliable, and the future is bright! 
 It’s a pity that the parents are partial to the greed of the younger brother and sister, and they calculated her to the point where there are no bones left! Better than picking it up! 
 Once again, she smiled and watched the clown jump. 
 To imitate the way of the elder sister, want to make the elder sister have no way to go? 
 too naive! Do you have space for Lingquan to help you breed better seeds? Lost at the starting line! 
 Start to grab the chief as a target first? Silly girl, my sister never relies on men! You have been contaminated, sister is not rare! 
 I don’t want to kill Cheng Yuanzheng halfway, protect her, love her and cherish her like a jewel! 
 Su Haitang breathed a sigh of relief, this time she finally lived her life! 
 (recommended old articles “Rebirth Counterattack: The Fat Wife Battle” and “Rebirth in the 80s: Xueba’s Little Military Wife”)
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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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 A firefighter in her previous life, Li Jing’er transmigrated back to ancient times and became the wife of the second son of a farmer. A month after Li Jing’er married into the family, her husband left to join the army.
 Then news arrived that her husband was killed in battle but the compensation paid by the imperial court was snatched away by her greedy in-laws. Forced into a corner, she planned an escape, severed family ties, and left with her six-month-old baby daughter.
 Joining the flow of refugees escaping from disaster and war, she picked up several lost and abandoned children along the way and tried to start a new life.
 Then out of the blue, her deceased husband appeared…
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