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Nuclear Bomb Miner: I Offer Elixir to the First Emperor
"Jiang Chen! You lazy idiot, you still haven't come back for dinner!" A hoarse voice came from the village. I subconsciously responded and dragged my hoe back. A bunch of messy memories flooded into his mind - his original name was Jiang Chen, a farmer in Jiangjia Village outside Xianyang City. His parents had long since starved to death. He farmed two acres of thin farmland by himself. This year, there was a drought, and more than half of the wheat in the field withered. In other words, I wil
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The Soul-Departing Contract on the Head of the Ex-Husband
"Shen Qingyuan." Erbao pronounced the name clearly, word for word. My whole body froze in place as if struck by lightning. I haven't heard those two words in five years. After the divorce, I changed the name on my ID card, and now my passport says "Su Wan". Shen Qingyuan was already dead from the moment I signed the divorce agreement. But why does this name appear on the damn new contract line above Gu Jingchen's head? "Mom, that golden thread is so special," Dabao seemed to be immersed in
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The Counterattack of Social Beasts: the Emperor Chased Me to Update My Palace Fight Script
He was stunned for a moment. On the system panel, the favorability score suddenly jumped: from -30 to -10. I was ecstatic inside, it seemed like this trick worked. The emperor didn't speak anymore, but looked at me with a very complicated look, as if he was confirming something. After a while, he suddenly chuckled: "You are more interesting than before." After saying this, he turned around and left, leaving me standing alone in front of the peonies in a daze. A prompt pops up on the system panel
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He Died for Me in Every Life
Snow. What a heavy snow. The overwhelming whiteness buried the whole world. I stood on the half-slope of a barren mountain and looked ahead to see a tomb. The stone tablet in front of the grave was half covered with snow. There were no words on it, only a crooked plum blossom engraved on it. I looked down at myself. I was wearing pale mourning clothes, and my sleeves were soaked with tears and frozen to a hard layer. The wind blew over and cut my face like a knife, but I felt no pain. I just sto
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