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National Time Travel: Stop Kneeling, Get up and Let's Talk About It
In the year 2774 of the Blue Star Calendar, the 7243rd planet named Satan, the God of Death, destroyed the Blue Star. Billions of people in the world collectively participated in a game called the World of Heavens. What? Are there many gold mines in the desert? Is the glacier technology tree more developed? The island has the richest resources? Sorry, my soldier, Lin Fan, chose the most ordinary-looking primitive forest. When others were wondering what to do next, Lin Fan had already built a cou
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Big Dream, No Return Guest in the World
In that dream, the armor was infested with hunger lice, the bones were exposed in the wild, there was no rooster crow for thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers were broken. Another dream: the Tianhe River opens up, all surnames die, Kyushu is reduced to a country, and the world becomes a breeding ground for immortals. Faith is shattered. In this dream, the young man in green clothes knew that he was a non-returning guest in the world, so he rose up among the green grass, held a three-
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With Millions of Troops, the Prince Died in His Territory
What are you doing, do you want me to wear a yellow robe? Liu Xuedong, who had traveled through time, expressed that he was very panicked. He had only been happy for a few days when the current prince unexpectedly died in his jurisdiction. This is my first time as the prince. What do you want me to do? "Your Majesty, it's getting cold. Put on this yellow coat quickly." "Your Majesty, His Highness was in pieces when he came in!" Liu Xuedong looked at the people around him who were having differen
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Big Dream, Abandoned Son of Desolation
That night, he died. What remains in this absurd world where life is like a piece of cake is the obsession of trying to mend it. "So, why live?" It's so painful and there's no point in persevering. Where should the young man go? ... Along the way of searching, he saw lights, but when he watched them extinguish and pass away, like bubbles in the sun, he clearly felt anger. His search along the way seemed to be just sewing and getting closer. Later, anger, fear... He carried more on his back, whic
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