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I Have Become an Emperor, How Dare You Touch My Family?
Seven years ago, Li Su was humiliated and was fortunate enough to be accepted as a closed disciple by the strongest Martial Emperor. Seven years later, Li Su completed the Yandi Art, gathering the true essence of heavenly fire to burn out all things. Became the new Emperor of Chaotian and wielded supreme power. Unexpectedly, as soon as he became emperor, someone would attack his family. Li Su was furious and rushed to Tianhai overnight! Overnight, all the top powerhouses in Kyushu gathered in Ti
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No Killing by Lu Yaoran
In 2147, the invasion of the Xuyuan tribe triggered a global spiritual energy recovery. In Section 3 of the Nanhuai City Special Affairs Bureau, Lu Yaoran was being ridiculed by his colleagues: "The spiritual root is level F and the merit value is at the bottom. Do you deserve to be called a cultivator?" He bowed his head and said nothing. Three years ago, the teacher kicked him out and called him a loser. Nowadays, living in the system, you can't even get access to the lowest level of spiritual
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Murder Live Broadcast Room Volume
In 2147, the "Mirror of Reincarnation" killing cycle in the Yuan Universe started. Shen Hengwu opened his eyes, and saw 99 strange players crowded into a sealed icehouse, with a frozen corpse hanging in the center. The subtitles above her head flashed red: "72 hours countdown to find the murderer and the method, otherwise the consciousness will be trapped forever." What is even more desperate is that she has a "Crime Court" live broadcast chip implanted in her wrist, and her every move is judged
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Borrowing the Dragon Vein to Edit the Scroll by Shen Yu
Shen Yuxiu dragged his broken leg back to Langya, leaving only four leaky earthen walls in the Shen family's old house. The graves of his parents were covered with grass, and his younger brother was so hungry that he was skin and bones. Every time he took a breath, the curse mark on his chest opened with a bloody seam. In the third year of Beirong, he carried corpses and chewed tree bark, thinking that the worst could be like this. Until Wang Anshi said in his mind: "In this world, Feng Shui is
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