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I'm the Director of a Mental Hospital, and the Patient's Name Is Da Neng
The sky took on a sickly gray color, like a face turned purple due to long-term lack of oxygen. Thick dark clouds hang low over the rusty iron fence of the "Sunshine Mental Hospital". Occasionally, a few crows with shrill cries land on the word "" that is crooked due to disrepair, leaving behind a puddle of white bird droppings before fluttering away. Li Ping'an stood in front of the window of the dean's office, holding a cup of freshly brewed wolfberry tea in his hand, pushing up the non-exist
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At the Beginning, a Rusty Kitchen Knife Chopped Down the Gods.
The rain is like pus flowing out from the corpse of a dead god, with a lingering smell of rust and rotten earth, pouring endlessly on this corner forgotten by the world. Chen Ye woke up from the cold. That kind of coldness is not just the loss of body surface temperature, but more like countless tiny ice knives drilling into the bone marrow along the pores. It is the unique "cold evil" in the world of Nordic mythology, and it is the residual wind blowing from the territory of the Frost Giants. H
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He Mistook Pluto for His Younger Brother and Took Him to Fight in a Group.
On summer nights on South Street, the air is always filled with the stuffy smell of cheap beer mixed with sewer rust. The neon lights flashed uncertainly, like an old man having an asthma attack, reflecting the water in the potholes on the ground in colorful colors. Lin Ye squatted on a plastic chair at a food stall on the corner of the street, holding a lit wooden sausage skewer in his mouth, his eyes like a Siberian wolf that had just woken up. He was wearing a black vest that had been washed
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