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After Killing the Empress by Mistake, I Was Reborn
Poisonous wine enters throat. It's not spicy as expected, but instead has an earthy smell, like rotten tree roots mixed with muddy water. Li Chengfeng's limbs were getting colder inch by inch. The strength was withdrawn from the fingertips, and finally he didn't even have the strength to clench his fists. He was kneeling on the ground, his vision blurred.
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Martial Arts Reincarnation: My Golden Finger Is Foot Washing
Huo Wen never thought in his life that he would die so useless. The June sun hung scorchingly above our heads, and the stone roads in the east city of Chang'an were scorched by the sun. The vendors selling herbal tea on the roadside were shouting at the top of their lungs, and the air was mixed with the smell of horse manure and steamed cakes. Huo Wen squatted in front of a noodle stall, holding a bowl of mutton noodles in his hand and sucking hard. "Boss, your side is not good. There are only
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Game of Death at Auction
My head hurts so much it feels like it's going to explode. When Situ Yuxin opened her eyes, they were filled with gray. Gray ceiling, gray walls, gray dust all over. She was lying among a pile of broken bricks and rotten wood, her left arm was numb from the pressure, and she was holding something hard in her right hand. It's a nameplate. She turned over and took a look, and her pupils suddenly narrowed. "Chen Zhiqiang, 1987-2024."
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Daqin Forensic Medicine: Cracking the Yellow Turban Secret at the Beginning
Asphyxia. It was like being pushed into bottomless water by the whole world, and the last trace of air in the chest was ruthlessly squeezed out. His lungs were burning, and every muscle was screaming in protest. Dark. Endless darkness. For a moment. Chen Fan suddenly opened his eyes. What he saw in his field of vision was not the pale shadowless lights of the forensic autopsy room that he was familiar with, but a dim yellow. The light was weak and shaky, as if it would go out at any moment.
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After I Was Framed, I Could See the Echoes of Death
The courtroom was quiet. That kind of silence is very deep. It was as heavy as a piece of iron, pressing on Shen Mo's chest. He sat in the dock, his handcuffs cold against his skin. He could feel the pulse on his wrist, beating fast and chaotically, like a trapped bird. The judge sat opposite, very high and far away. Face blurred in shadow. Only the sound is clear. "... The defendant remained silent, the crime of intentional homicide was established, and the evidence was conclusive... The death
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The War King Is Off Work, and the Director Begs to Stop Pretending
The weather in Hengdian can change at any time. Just a moment ago, the sun was so strong that my head hurt. Now, dark clouds came over me, making me feel as stuffy as a steamer. Ye Zhiqiu squatted next to the prop box, holding half a steamed bun in his hand and chewing it slowly. The back of the gray T-shirt he was wearing was soaked with sweat and stuck to his body, and the collar was rolled up like pickles. "Lao Ye! Where is Lao Ye!"
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