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Retirement Life for Professional Players
[Retirement certificate] + [Left hand shaking] + [Club humiliating dismissal] - When the former triple crown champion Lin Mo was kicked out of the team as a loser, no one knew that the sound of the system's [God-level tactical map] loading was echoing in his mind. "One wears three? That retired old man?" In the live broadcast room, the newcomer king used all his taunting skills. Lin Mo smiled and lit a cigarette, and ran his slender fingers across the keyboard - [S-level consciousness: full-pict
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Urban Qimen: I Have a Pair of Delusional Eyes
On the day we broke up, I saw my girlfriend get into the landlord's Porsche. I laughed because my delusional eyes had just awakened - the black energy wrapped around her body was more dazzling than the neon lights of the nightclub. She thought she was getting rid of a poor student, but she didn't know that I could see through her secret at a glance: "You have a scar on your uterus, you had an abortion three years ago, and the child is not mine." With 72 hours left, the city's top richest people
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The Lone Wolf on the Esports Throne
He is the craziest hand speed maniac in the history of e-sports, but he was kicked out of the altar because of his disabled hand tendon. Anti-fans caroused, the media ridiculed, and former teammates turned against each other. No one knows that he can use 17 invalid clicks per second to rehearse the entire battle in his mind - that is a monster talent more terrifying than the peak. In the life-and-death game of the All-China class, he was temporarily carried onto the field. The opponent provoked:
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Late Night Funeral Home Janitor
I took over the job of guarding a late-night funeral parlor. The first night, a beautiful female corpse sat up from the autopsy table and asked me with a smile: "Have you seen my head?"** I subconsciously used my psychic perception - and instantly saw her head soaked in formalin, and the murderer was standing behind me. ** What's even weirder is that from then on, various "guests" came to my door every night, begging me to help them redress their grievances. Until the police station focused on m
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