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Gongshi Shogunate: Supporting the Plow and Gutu
My cousin's Gongshi Shogun has written well, so I will continue writing for him. In the winter of the third year of Shenshou Dafu, the blood moon in the north has been hanging for ninety days. When Ling Gushe stepped on ankle-deep snow, she could always hear subtle cracking sounds coming from under the ice. It was not the sound of frozen soil thawing, but rather like some kind of huge bronze chain being slowly broken. He looked up at the sky. The three dark red moon disks were like blood that ha
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Mahadeva Yaksha
The heavy rain poured down like a river from the sky, making Qingyang City blurry. The sky in Qingyang City was torn apart by a streak of purple lightning, the lead-gray clouds were like cotton wool torn apart by the gods, and heavy rain poured down. In the rain curtain, the bluestone slabs in the Qin family's martial arts arena were washed away with a cold light, and a thin figure knelt in the center. Sixteen-year-old Qin Huan's back was straight, letting the rain whip against his scarred body.
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Nine Nether Corpse Technique: Black-Robed Little Taoist Priest from Lushan Mountain
In the autumn of the seventh year of Xiantong in the Tang Dynasty, a murderous atmosphere appeared on the northern border. On the bank of Lu River, on the top of the main peak of Lu Mountain, the Xiaozi Palace is shrouded in the dusk. The lavender clouds float like gauze, making the stone platform in front of Sanqing Hall look like a fairyland. Facheng sat cross-legged on it, pinched the Ziwu Jue with both hands, and breathed at the same frequency as the mountain wind. The green jade hairpin tha
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Tianyaksha
Thunder tore through the sky, and heavy rain poured down like a river, shrouding the entire Qingyang City in haze. In the Qin family's martial arts arena, a thin figure knelt in the center, letting the rain wash away. Sixteen-year-old Qin Huan was soaked to the skin, and his thin clothes clung to his body, revealing vicious whip marks underneath. The blood mixed with the rainwater, forming a pale red puddle under him. "Trash is trash. He even dares to break into forbidden areas. He deserves to b
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