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The Source Code Was Stolen, I Made the Meteor Butterfly Sword
Chen Mufeng traveled to a parallel world. The Internet is booming here, and smartphones are being updated. Domestic games have been criticized by countless players for plagiarism, money making, and lack of innovation... As a game producer, on the eve of the game's launch, he was stabbed in the back by a green tea bitch, the source code was leaked, the game was plagiarized, and the studio was facing dissolution. If his business failed, he would have to go home and inherit the billionaire family b
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Fanatic, My Name Is Sung to All the Heavens
Cao Yan traveled to a foreign continent and obtained the system. As long as he does something shocking, the system will collect experience for him. Therefore, Cao Yan began to work in a high-profile and low-key life in another world. "I just want to do something big!" "I want my reputation to be sung throughout all the heavens and all realms." The full text is highly engrossing, so feel free to read it. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental an
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The Source Code Was Stolen, I Made the Meteor Butterfly Sword
Chen Mufeng traveled to a parallel world. The Internet is booming here, and smartphones are being updated. Domestic games have been criticized by countless players for plagiarism, money making, and lack of innovation... As a game producer, on the eve of the game's launch, he was stabbed in the back by a green tea bitch, the source code was leaked, the game was plagiarized, and the studio was facing dissolution. If his business failed, he would have to go home and inherit the billionaire family b
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Good and Evil Constitution: Upgrading Depends on Being Targeted
Cao Yan glanced at his defeated opponent and muttered: "**!" The opponent struggled dejectedly, and his injury worsened. Seeing this, Cao Yan said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to target you!" He looked around indifferently and said seriously: "I mean, everyone here is a**!" Feeling the surging malice around him, his long-standing cultivation began to improve, and there were already signs of a breakthrough. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely
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