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The Title of Emperor Begins with Psychology
Wu Ming, a psychoanalyst specializing in international relations, woke up and found that he was about to be married to Xijue and would die in three days. His original purpose was just to protect himself and become a prince of peace in this society without human rights. . . . Sitting on the throne after so many years, I recall the mountains of corpses and seas of blood and conspiracies that I have walked through over the years. I always feel like something is missing. . . . Ps: This book is not a
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System: All Living Beings Should Not Ask for Swords
Mo Junyi: Can immortals live and die and become bones? If the immortal cannot, then I will surpass the immortal System: Immortals can't do it, but this system can Mo Junyi: How can the system help me resurrect Mo Wen? System: First you have to surpass the Immortal. . . Mo Junyi. . . . . . This is a matter of an unorthodox system meeting a serious immortal cultivator. Can the serious prevail over the undecent? Let's see how Mo Junyi ascends to the supreme level in another world and surpasses the
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Online Game: Carp Jumping into the River
There are many incredible things in the world, and sometimes I hear others talk about them. It feels incredible. And verbally in order to preserve the respect due to others when speaking. They will say: "I believe it. This is true. When did it happen?" And so on. But deep down in my heart I always think like this. 'Isn't this nonsense? It sounds like the truth,' but it's not. Something you haven't touched. Doesn't mean there isn't. Just like when I was a kid. I think there is only one place in o
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The Sixth Person of Zijun
Darkness has been with me for twelve years. Once there is light, please be kind to this world. Is it fate? It is also reincarnation. I just hate that I was born at the wrong time. You are like the candlelight lit by the blazing sun. Like the dandelion seeds falling in the wind. No one knows your past. No one knows your next life. But he lives like a wild animal. Day by day. Year after year. Like a traveler lost in the desert, running and crawling. No tears but no despair. The cowards of ancient
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