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Top Status Starts with Killing the Person You Like
The phone rang for a long time, and just when Lin Shen thought the other party wouldn't answer, a lazy and coquettish female voice finally came: "Hello?" "Su Wan, let's break up." Lin Shen's voice was extremely calm, as if he was talking about the weather casually, without any waves. There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds, and then a sneer sounded: "Lin Shen, are you drunk again?" "I'm sober, more sober than I've ever been." "What on earth do you mean?" Su Wan's tone ins
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The Story of City and Dust
Xingzai took out an insulated lunch box from his bag: "I brought you ribs from the school cafeteria. Eat them while they're hot." "Xingzi," she hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, "Do your classmates at school... Know about my existence?" Xingzi's expression suddenly stiffened, and then he forced out a smile: "Of course I know, I told them that I have a childhood sweetheart fiancée who works in the city to make a living." The three words "fiancée" were like a piece of honey, temporarily s
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Thousand Gates Abyss
My name is Long Haotian. If I could live my life over again, I would never walk into that underground casino when I was twenty-three years old. But there are no ifs in life, only consequences and results. There is no luck in the world of crooks, only tricks and deception. Some people become rich overnight, while others lose everything overnight. The key is not luck, but whether you can seize the opportunity of the dealer. And I was the fool who once thought I had seized the opportunity, but ende
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Cross the Mortal World, Unite One's Heart and Realize the Way of Heaven
Wu Lang, today is your birthday, and I specially come to see you. A graceful figure came through the air, with red gauze dancing lightly and bare feet like jade. She was extremely beautiful, with a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, and the ends of her eyes were slightly raised, a bit lazy and a bit coquettish. It was none other than the holy girl of the Hehuan Sect—Su Hongxiu. Wu Qingfeng slowly raised his head, a trace of hatred flashed in his cloudy eyes, and then fell into deathly silence.
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