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Earth, You Are My Magazine
Ling Duxu fell into this world from another time and space, but deep in his soul he carried a taboo mark that resonated with the stars - "The Synchrony of the Stars." This is not a magic that ordinary people can achieve, but a cosmic-level connection that spans thousands of light years and establishes quantum entanglement with distant stars. With his movements, he seemed to be in control of the galaxy. When he thought of it, he could trigger blazing flares on the surface of stars, turning the en
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Travel Through the Ming Dynasty in 1900 with the Naval Combat System
I'm running a plug-in on the Ming Dynasty battleship The modern man Chen Youliang opened his eyes and became a sailor of the Ming Empire, just in time for the decisive naval battle between the imperial fleet and the Western powers. As the smoke filled the air, the sound of "Naval combat system activated" suddenly sounded in his mind. "The host receives a novice gift package: the accuracy of all ship's gunfire is increased by 100%, and the trajectory of enemy shells is predicted for 3 seconds." L
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Yitian Slaying Dragon and Zongwu Huashan
It was late autumn, and the sea of clouds was rolling over the Lotus Peak of Huashan Mountain, like thousands of acres of waves crashing against the cliff. The afterglow of the setting sun coated the entire mountain peak with a layer of dark gold. A few dead leaves swirled in the wind, falling from the branches of the vigorous ancient pine trees and falling into the bottomless canyon. In the back mountain of Huashan sect, a secluded courtyard was filled with a strong and pungent medicinal smel
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The Big Dark System Kills the Enemy First at the Beginning
On the bluestone, the dazzling rain traces were like a twisting and winding snake, crawling wantonly. The fifth smeller huddled behind the damp pillars, panting heavily. Every breath he took was like a bellows pulling, with a rough sound. The fine raindrops were like sharp needles, piercing his neck diagonally, bringing chills one after another. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
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