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I, the Master of the Strange Restricted Area, Will Kneel Down When Passing By
At three o'clock in the morning, Jiangcheng abandoned a textile factory, and a strange restricted area descended. Countless adventure anchors abide by the rules and narrowly escape death. Only Lin Mo ignored all the rules. Break the rules? Weird culling? Sorry, Wei Wei only deserves to kneel down in front of me. I make the rules and control the restricted areas. The clock is a prisoner, the mirror is a slave. When you see me in the abyss, you must bow your head. In front of the live broadcast, t
315.2kReads82Flowers—Tickets
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Treacherous House
The strange story about the rules comes, and at three o'clock in the morning, the strange time starts. Strange things are rampant, and humans hide in safe houses. Only Lin Ye opened a door - Guishe. When weird comes in, you have to register. How many days to stay and what to pay are all decided by him. If you don't register, you will never leave. Those who don't follow the rules will never be able to leave. People in the safe house are spreading the word: Never enter that building. Weirdness is
305.5kReads71Flowers—Tickets
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Gaowu's Useless Sword God System at the Beginning
Chen Fan traveled to the world of high martial arts and became a handyman at the bottom of Qingyang City's scrap station. He was stepped on and humiliated by geniuses. Just when he was desperate, he awakened the Scrap Sword God System! Recycle scrap metal to forge magic weapons, recycle garbage to learn sword skills, recycle scraps to break through the realm! Others worked hard for ten years, but he collected the rags and climbed to the top in one day! A genius? Kill it with one sword! Sect over
288kReads57Flowers—Tickets
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Reality Is Weird
At three forty in the morning, the door of Room 404 opened silently. Lin Mo stood in the shadows, silent, motionless, and unexplained. His shadow is as dark as ink, everything freezes when touched, and the world instinctively surrenders. The copper piece is the heart of the shadow, the clock is the corpse of time, and the reflectors are dormant in the darkness, trying to tear this weird order apart. When reality begins to distort, when the rules begin to rot, he stands in the middle of the crumb
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