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I Dominate the Galaxy with Pets
When Luo Xinghe opened his eyes, his head was buzzing, as if someone had hit him on the back of the head with a hammer. Pain. It fucking hurts. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub it, but as soon as he raised his hand, a sour smell penetrated his nose. I looked down and saw, my dear, my hands were as black as if I had been digging coal for three days. There was mud between the fingernails, and there were a few scabbed wounds on the back of my hands. They looked shabby.
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Future SMS: Don't Marry a Murderer
The wedding dress made me breathless. I looked at myself in the mirror, with white gauze sweeping the floor and exquisite makeup, like a perfect porcelain doll. Sister Qin was busy behind me, holding setting spray in her hand and mumbling: "Xiaoyan, you have to thank me. I spent three hours doing this makeup on you. I guarantee that Mr. Chen's eyes will straighten when he sees you.
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Shao Hanxingfa
"Thank you Lao Tie for the light stick from Stay Up Late to Cultivate Immortality. It's a waste of money. It's really a big waste." Shao Han forced a smile that was uglier than crying at the screen of his mobile phone. The number of people online in the live broadcast room showed - 3. That's right, three people.
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Yudo Jun
In a teahouse on the East Street of the capital, a storyteller was filming the gavel, spitting about a previous general who chopped down the enemy's commander's flag with a single blow. Lu Xiao was leaning on the Grand Master's chair on the second floor, with one leg hanging on the armrest and the other leg stretched out casually. His whole body was slumped there as if he had no bones. He was wearing a moon-white gown, made of the finest brocade material, but it was a pity that it was as wrinkle
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Steampunk 1899
Shen Shi squatted in the machinists' union's assessment workshop, his palms all sweaty. It's not that he's nervous, it's just that the weather is too hot. The summer in Glow City is like a steamer. The copper pipes above the head are blowing out steam, and the entire workshop is so stuffy that people can't breathe. Shen Shi wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared at the working steam engine in front of him. This thing is the last level of today's assessment.
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