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Copy of Emperor Ji: the Prison Pet of the Yandere Empress
The wind of late spring carries the sweet fragrance of roses, blowing through the carved window lattice of Qihuang Pavilion, casting fine light and shadow on the smooth white jade floor tiles. Huo Hao was sitting on the soft couch by the window, holding a wolf hair between his fingertips, and was carefully annotating the new star core civilian conversion drawings presented by the Ministry of Industry. Under the outline of the warm afternoon sun, the lines of his side face became much softer, and
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Contract Apocalypse: Innocence Cloud Time
Lead-gray clouds were like water-soaked cotton wool, weighing heavily over the waters of Fuyan Island. The sea breeze carried salty droplets, which hit the deck of the "Thunder Phoenix" hard, making a crisp "crackling" sound. Yun Shi held on to the bronze guardrail on the side of the ship, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, and the sea salt particles condensed on the railing made his palms ache, just like his heavy mood at the moment. The Heavenly Contract pupil of the left eye is fai
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Synthetic Wizard: Starting with Runaway Sneakers
In the late summer of 2187, the wind on the edge of the abandoned city carried the smell of rust and dust, rolling past the mottled iron walls of the Ashes training camp, making a low roar. Meng Liao was leaning on an old bench beside the training ground, holding a low-quality cigarette that was about to burn out between his fingertips. His eyes fell on the teenagers who were running back and forth not far away. Sweat slid down his angular jawline, soaking the washed white gray training clothes,
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Historian Panel: Aliens Forced to Shura Field
The wind from the Yin Ruins ruins was wrapped in fine sand, hitting Song Yanheng's bleeding forehead, mixed with cold sweat and sliding into his collar, as cold as iron tempered with ice. The Shi Xi in his arms still retained the residual dragon energy of Qin Shihuang's shadow, and it was pressed against his chest warmly, but every step he took felt like he was stepping on a red-hot bronze tripod. In the light blue light frame suspended in the center of the panel, the two options of "repair the
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