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Today I Swapped Bodies with the Villain
When I opened my eyes, I had a headache as if I had been pinched by the door. I felt as if I had been run over by a truck and poured a bucket of ice water on my body. Yin Yi groaned and tried to turn over, but as soon as he raised his arm, he bumped into something hard and cold, "Oh, let me go!" He sat up abruptly, rubbed his arms and stared, only then did he realize that he was not in a rental house with a monthly rent of 800 yuan and a peeling wall. In front of him was a silver-gray metal wall
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The Third Emperor
Luo Tian opened his eyes suddenly, and the biting cold penetrated into the seams of his bones along his rags. His throat was as dry as if it had been sandpapered, and every mouthful of saliva he swallowed smelled like rust. He wanted to raise his hand to rub his swollen head, but found that his arm was terribly heavy. When he looked down, he saw that his dirty wrist was as thin as a match stick, and was stained with unknown black mud and dried blood scabs. Surrounded by the howling cold wind, th
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The Stay-At-Home Dad's Reinvention of Everything
With a headache that felt as if he had been hit by a hundred golden elixir monks from the cultivation world in turn with magic weapons, Cheng Yu suddenly opened his eyes. What he saw was not the spiritual fire that lingered all year round in the magic weapon refining workshop, nor the sword light in the sky where the righteous coalition forces were shouting and killing, but a gray ceiling, the walls were raised high, and there were a few wisps of black mildew hanging on the corners. A musty smel
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The Vampire Is Also Refusing to Work Overtime Today
"Close the stall, close the stall! I'll get off work after the last latte is sold!" Cheng Jia took off the apron stained with milk foam and threw it on the bar chair. The electronic watch on his wrist showed 10:30 pm. The "Floating Half Day" coffee shop he opened was hidden in an alley in the old city. It was a Buddhist-style business. It closed at ten o'clock every day, and every extra second was considered overtime. After all, he died suddenly at the age of thirty-five in his previous life. In
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