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This NPC Is More Playful Than the Players
Wang Jianguo squatted under the old locust tree at the east end of the village, tapping the pile of green watermelons in front of him with his fingers. The sun at noon was very hot, making the ground steamy. Several "strangers" dressed in fancy clothes - called "players" in their own words - were wandering around the blacksmith shop in the village, shouting about "reinforcement +12 is crazy" and "the probability of this game is really bad". "Watermelon, keep it ripe."
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When Game Dads Start Exchanging Memories
When Hua Nongying opened her eyes, it was not yet bright outside the window. He glanced sideways at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was five-fifty-eight, two minutes earlier than the alarm clock. This biological clock seemed to have been set so accurately that since the day Hua Xiaomeng was brought back from the orphanage three years ago, he had never had a lazy sleep. Get out of bed gently so as not to wake up the little ancestor next door. Hua Nongying put on her slippers, scratched h
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Mr. Gu Just Wants to Marry Me
At the engagement party, the fiancée held the hand of another man and regretted the engagement in public: "Gu Lin, he knows what love is better than you." The whole audience was in an uproar, but Gu Lin calmly wiped off the champagne stains and turned to the bridesmaid in the corner - the girl who had held off the wine for the fiancée for three years, Shen Nian. Three months later, Shen Nian stood at the acquisition ceremony of the Gu Group with her pregnant belly, while her ex-girlfriend who re
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Entertainment Animal Sanctuary
Gu Haoyang put out his cigarette in the ashtray. The ashtray was made of crystal and looked quite noble when placed on the desk. The heating in the office was fully turned on. He had already taken off his coat and was wearing a thin black sweater. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the veins on his forearms. Outside the window was the busy traffic on Beijing's Third Ring Road, but he had no intention of looking at that.
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