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Mecha: I Am Picking up Debris in the Wasteland
In the seventh area of the wasteland, Bai Lian dragged his broken left arm and crawled in the steel cemetery. The red scanning beams of the three Reaper mechas behind him were approaching little by little - that was the price he paid for betraying the "Zero" team three days ago. His fingers dug into the hot remains of the mecha, and a bone-chilling spasm came from his nerve endings. He was supposed to be an abandoned experimental subject, but the "alien gene" in his body that had never awakene
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Meng Zhongtan: Just Accept It, Young Lady.
Also known as "After dressing up as a top class, I had sex with my previous husband" Gu Tingwan hated the old age where she couldn't help herself - as the prime minister's legitimate daughter, she was good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she had to be handed over to that "idle prince" Qi Yanqiu. In the wedding sedan, she broke the feudal shackles with a knife, and then she opened her eyes and became a 21st century talent show trainee! What's even more outrageous is that t
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Apocalyptic Flow: I Am Repairing the Shelter in the Wasteland
When the nuclear explosion came and the world became a wasteland, Xie Yun was framed as a traitor for destroying the cooling tower of the refuge and was exiled. Everyone was waiting for him to turn into blood in the radiation zone. Unexpectedly, he awakened the heaven-defying maintenance system - as long as he touched the machine, he could instantly read the fault and repair it perfectly. Mutated behemoth crashes the energy core? He dismantled an abandoned nuclear power plant with his bare hands
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Fishing for Corpses: Demons in the Ancient Coffin Town of the Yellow River
There are three major taboos when fishing for corpses from the Yellow River: not fishing for corpses at night, not opening coffins when it rains, and not crossing the river during the ninth hour. My master broke three taboos in a row and picked up an ancient bronze coffin with nine corpses to welcome guests. That night, black mud oozed from the seven orifices, and he was frightened to death in his main room. The day I was forced to inherit the mantle, I discovered that the name Qing Rusong had a
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