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Wild Prison Pet
"Two male protagonists + two heroes + action + fun" Fu Siyan is a madman who stands at the top of wealth and power. He is cold-blooded, vicious, decisive in killing, and never bows to anyone. However, at a wealthy night banquet, the wild and untamable Lu Ciye robbed him of all his sense. Lu Ciye is an underground gangster hiding in the shadows of the city. He has both good looks and fighting prowess. He pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger. He is cold and unruly to the outside world, but on
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The Evening Breeze of Nanxing Is Very Sweet, and the School Girl Prefers Me!
The cool school sweetheart is the only favorite + face-slapping white lotus + pure sweetness without cruelty + soft and cute heroine + sweet daily life in youthful campus Originally, he only dared to look at Shen Tingshen from a distance, but unexpectedly, he was divided into classes and sat directly next to him. Slowly I discovered that anyone who touched his things would be rejected, but he carefully kept all my candies and scratch paper. Faced with other people's jealousy and calculations, he
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Backroom: Are You Kidding Me? Hell Begins!
Tomoko, do you dare to read it? "Suspenseful imagination rules" + "Time Travel" + "Create your own level" + "Brain Burning" + "Rigorous Hardcore Survival" + "Thinking carefully" + "Original and reasonable plot" During the graduation trip, they accidentally entered an unknown ruins. The team of six was swallowed up by white light and fell straight into the high-risk Level scarlet corridor in the back room! There is no golden finger, no system, in the long corridor of flesh and blood, fleshy human
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Fingertip Slogans
"What the fuck is this?!" He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, his pupils shrank violently in fear, he took half a step back and hit the cold wall. "Be judged..." The figure walking out of the shadows was wearing a broken clown mask, his voice was as hoarse as rusty iron, and he was playing with a playing card (King King) with his fingertips. "W-what?!" The man's throat was tight, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead into his eyes. His eyes were fixed on the corners of the
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