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After Having Double Pupils Dug Out, I Refined the Sky-Swallowing Demon Bones
Cold. Biting coldness. In the deepest dungeon of Tianyuan Holy Land, the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood and mold. The thick thousand-year-old black iron chain clattered as it nailed a young man covered in blood to the dark torture rack in a large shape. "Cough... Cough cough..." Chu Ye coughed violently. Every time he coughed, black blood spurted out from the bone-deep wound on his chest. He raised his head with difficulty, and his face, which was originally so handsome and so h
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Become Invincible by Recycling Everything
The rain in District 9 always carries a disgusting sour smell, which is very much like this fucking world. The gray raindrops were like thick phlegm spat out by God, densely falling on the endless mountain of garbage. This is the excretion outlet of District 9. The leftovers, used things, and things that are tired of being played by the upper class people within the high walls will eventually gather here. Lin Pojun felt that he was trash now. "Cough... Cough cough..." A mouthful of black blood m
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Rock of Wasteland
The wind is like a rusty file, constantly polishing the concrete exterior walls of the "Rock" settlement. A Zheng stood on the observation tower, wiping the old telescope lens with a greasy rag. The world under the lens is an endless ocher yellow. Deadly silence and vastness, like the surface of a planet that has exhausted its vitality. There is always a smell in the air - iron filings, dried blood, and despair.
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Poor Scout: One Sword Can Conquer Mountains and Rivers
The white-haired wind in the north was blowing like a knife, carrying ice particles and driving them into the cracks of human bones. Thirty miles north of the Black Stone Beacon is the Langya Valley, which is notoriously difficult to navigate. The black stone mountains on both sides were like rotten teeth split open by giant axes, jaggedly stuck in the snow. In this damn place, not even wild wolves are willing to urinate, let alone living people. Gu Changye lay half tall in the snow, like a froz
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Burial of the Gods
Qingyun Sect, the mountain behind the outer gate. There was a heavy rain, and the dark clouds seemed to collapse, completely crushing this great sect of cultivating immortals that had stood for thousands of years. The strong wind carried the icy raindrops, whipping them mercilessly on the winding mountain road like a whip. A thin figure struggled to move in the mud like an ant. Qin Wujiu was hunched over, carrying a black iron basket that was larger than half his body. The basket was filled with
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I'm Looking for the Truth in the Dark Corners of the City
The July night in Jiangcheng was as sultry as a tightly covered steamer, and even the wind that occasionally blew through the street corner carried a sticky rancid smell. Zhou Ran squatted beside the green belt outside Yinhai Shopping Mall and tugged on his collar irritably. He took a big mouthful of the Hongtashan tobacco in his hand that had burned to the filter. The pungent smell of inferior tobacco swirled in his lungs, and he spit it out into the stuffy air. The mobile phone in front of me
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God-Level Treasure Appraisal Starts to Reveal Priceless Treasures
"Bang——" A sharp and crisp sound exploded in the lobby of the most luxurious "Jubao Pavilion" in Jiangzhou City Antique Street. The ground was full of broken porcelain pieces, glowing with a faint azure color. The lobby was deathly silent. Lu Xinghe's mind buzzed, and the blood all over his body went cold. He stared blankly at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. It was one of the treasures of Jubao Pavilion, a "Song Dynasty Ru Kiln Azure Glaze String Pattern Bottle" with a price tag of fi
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Daiyu Is Back
In modern times, Lin Daiyu traveled through the Red Mansion and experienced a life of wind, frost, and swords. At the age of sixteen, her soul returned to Taixu, an illusory realm. She remembered her memories in the modern world, struggled with the police fantasy, and returned to the modern world. What kind of experience was it like?
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