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Slayer
"The dark sky hangs low, accompanied by bright stars, insects are flying~ insects are flying~ Who are you missing?" Past, future. Life and death. The name doesn't matter anymore, I don't remember who I am. There is only fighting. Before dawn, I will say goodbye to everyone. This time, I will save everyone! Fate has exiled me ~ so what! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
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Hunting
In the rust-red era, the blood moon hung high, and people walked through the gap between iron and screaming. Yisnuo died on a foggy night, and a living sword nailed him to the stained-glass window of the church. But death is not the end. When dawn bit through the darkness, the first ray of light crawled into his chest along the inscription on the sword - that silent heart suddenly learned the pulse of the sun. He held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out of his body inch by inch. What gushed
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I? Second Prince
When Yi Sinuo opened his eyes, he found that he had become the least favored second prince in the Tianqian Empire. Before he could digest the bad news, there was a "ding" in his mind - the system came online, generously gave him the indestructible body and unparalleled power, left a sentence of "It's fun", and then... Disappeared. Yisnuo was confused on the spot: Where is the novice guide that was promised? What about the task panel? What about the exchange mall? There is nothing, just two passi
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Ghost Hunting
In the rust-red era, the blood moon hung high, and people walked through the gap between iron and screaming. Yisnuo died on a foggy night, and a living sword nailed him to the stained-glass window of the church. But death is not the end. When dawn bit through the darkness, the first ray of light crawled into his chest along the inscription on the sword - that silent heart suddenly learned the pulse of the sun. He held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out of his body inch by inch. What gushed
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The Source of the Cracked Sky
In the year 2070, during the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, no rain fell, but the sky cracked with a celadon cracked ice pattern that stretched thousands of miles. People call it the mark of the sky. The strange light intertwined with scarlet and blue seeped out from the cracks, like tears hanging from the sky. Wherever it penetrated, strange and indescribable things emerged from the light and shadow, eating away at the human world. When the last high wall is about to collapse,
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