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I Took All Their Good Luck Points
Other people's golden fingers are systems, immortality, and superpowers. Lin Chen only has one golden finger - good luck. It can be seen, sucked, transferred, and infinitely upgraded. From Lv1 mortal to Lv7 master of destiny, from sucking the boss's good luck and causing him to die socially, to rewriting the world's fate line to fight against the Millennium Speaker. He absorbs all the good luck from his enemies, they are unlucky, and he wins. He lends his good fortune to those around him, and wh
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History Live Broadcast: I Spoil the Future for Ancient Emperors
I started the live broadcast. How come an emperor has broken through the defenses throughout the ages? This is not okay. Other emperors and ministers should also stop laughing. It will be your turn later. I am bound to the Wanjie Live Broadcast Room and can compete with Wu Meiniang, Zhuge Liang, Yu Ji and others. My God, the historical records are still too conservative. Every historical legendary figure has a side that is rarely known. Of course, this story is purely fictional. This novel and i
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In Fact, I Am the Most Stubborn
On the day Chen Yan traveled through time, he had a low-level spiritual root test and was assigned to sweep the floor outside. Everyone said he would not survive three years. Only he himself knows that there is an extra heavenly secret disk in the sea of consciousness - it is not a chance or a treasure, but it is almost certain that he will die if he does this. The Tongtian Avenue that everyone is fighting for has two words on it: dead end. No one is willing to walk through the miasma-smelling
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Whatever I Do, I Get Critical Hits.
Lin Jue was just a low-level apprentice in a pawn shop. The vice-president was playing tricks on the rich second generation, and he had to bear two million in false accounts and kneel down in public. At that moment of desperation, he bound the critical strike system of all things. Others relied on boiling to practice, but he breathed it out once, and practiced critical hits, and one night was worth a month; others relied on furnaces to make elixirs, but he made a furnace casually, and the elixir
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