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Super God Academy: The Great Emperor of Hongmeng and Ziwei from the Start
Just as Earth's fate hung by a thread and Du Kao stared in rage and despair Boom! The judgment did not come from the heavens, but from the earth! At the summit of Mount Tai in Huaxia, a chaotic pillar of light beyond description shot skyward, instantly scattering the gathered power of the stars. In the next moment, a vast expanse of purple energy stretched for thirty thousand miles, dyeing the entire sky a regal, mysterious violet. Clouds surged as if myriad immortals were coming to pay homage,
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Korean Entertainment: My Childhood Sweetheart Is the Lead Singer of Crown
He opened his eyes suddenly and gasped. What he saw was an unfamiliar wooden ceiling. There was a musty smell and a faint smell of mothballs in the air. Instead of the siren of an ambulance, what I heard was the faint sound of pile driving at a construction site in the distance, which was monotonous and dull. Where is this? He propped up his body - his body was obviously smaller and his arms were slender. His eyes scanned the room: the old-fashioned wall calendar was stopped in April 1995, there
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Super God: My Technology Shocks the Heavens
The novice mission light curtain unfolds in front of you: [Create the first shock, affecting the number of people ≥ 100,000. Reward: Initial points × 1000. Xiao Fan took a deep breath as he glanced at the "UFO" news flashing on the Internet cafe's screen. Without hesitation, he made a thought, and the only 100 points evaporated instantly, in exchange for [Universal Network Access Agreement (Temporary)]. The next second, his fingers turned into phantoms, and the code flowed across the screen lik
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Naruto's Reverse Seal
There was only one line in that document. "Bloodline pollution assessment: Failed. Qualification for Chunin Examination revoked." Ri Xiangling folded it four times, stuffed it into his jacket pocket, and walked out of the Presbyterian Council Hall. The light in the corridor is white, as white as the blank space in the deepest part of Bai's eyes. He had walked this corridor for fifteen years—every time he passed by, he thought he belonged in the room at the other end of the corridor. It turns out
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