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After Ten Years of Signing in the Prosperous Tang Dynasty, I Became the Best in the World
In Chang'an West Market, the night was like someone pouring ink down. With a "swish", all the lively and bustling energy during the day was swallowed up by the dark night. The air was filled with the aroma of meat and wine, mixed with a faint smell of blood. A gleaming scimitar slashed viciously at Bai Ling's back! "You little bastard, instead of taking a good path, you go into a dead end! Go to hell!" Scar Zhou's face, with flesh piled up piece by piece, looked as scary as possible under the li
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Records of Sui and Tang Dynasty Military Strategies
"Bang!" My last memory is the gunshot so loud it could deafen my ears, and the particularly ferocious smile of the drug lord leader before he died. Qin Yi felt like a piece of rag being blown down by the strong wind and falling down. All the bones in his body felt like they were falling apart, and his internal organs felt as if they were shaking. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as mountains. I don't know how long it took, but a ray of sunlight penetrated the darkness. Q
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Wanka Yulinglu
The night was like an overturned inkstone. The thick black dyed every place in Qingxi Town. The big raindrops fell down with pitter-patter, as if God kept mumbling something dissatisfied. "I don't know who got a thousand cuts and what kind of bad things are they doing here!" Su Mu wrapped the coarse cloth clothes that had turned white from washing tighter around him, stood at the entrance of the town, and spat hard. He was not originally from here, but a few days ago, he had toiled all the way t
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The Treasure Appraiser's Pupils Are Open: the Ancient Treasure Appraiser's Counterattack
His nails scratched across the base, making a slight scraping sound. Su Qiji's heart moved. He found that the inscription on this porcelain was shallow and dull, and the bottom was also very rough. It was obviously an imitation. "Third Master, I'm afraid this piece of porcelain is not a treasure from the Kaiyuan period, right?" Su Qiji put down the tea cup and said calmly. Zhang Sangou's expression changed, and he asked in a panic: "Brother Su, what do you mean by this?" "The body of this porcel
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