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I Am Farming on the Edge of the Demon World, Chatting with the System at the Same Time
It's a small running account, but the things haven't been told yet, and the story hasn't been finished yet. But the protagonist's life is about to be destroyed, the world will collapse, and everything will become extinct. Helplessly giving an ending, the story ends here.
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Weng Breaks the Dragon's Veins and Determines the Country
In the first year of Yongle, the capital of the Ming Dynasty was about to move north. Under the emperor's feet, the selection of the location of the imperial mausoleum was at a deadlock. A group of greedy Qintianjian officials dared to tamper with the Feng Shui report for their own selfish interests, and wanted to move the imperial mausoleum to their own fiefdom in an attempt to steal the country's destiny. At this time, Yuan Xuanji, an ancient Feng Shui master from Jiangxi who was nearly sevent
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The Boss Assists in Killing Through the Net
Shen Xingyu, the assistant and actual operator of the "Spark" team, is facing an unprecedented dilemma: his father is seriously ill and hospitalized, the team's capital chain is broken, and it is about to be annexed by the "Thunder" team acquired by the capital tycoon Lu Lingxiao. To make matters worse, Lu Lingxiao also poached the star jungler of "Starfire" and spread rumors on the eve of the playoffs, slandering Shen Xingyu for "relying on connections to rise to the top." In a desperate situat
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How to Laugh Out Loud in a Horror Copy
On her 16th birthday, Zheling received two sets from her parents: a haunted house and a necklace. From then on, she was a campus sleep god who slept standing up during the day, and was forced to work as a model worker in a horror dungeon at night. Others rely on their IQ to escape, but she relies on competing with a mysophobic ghost to see who can throw garbage far away. Others rely on tacit understanding to form a team, but she relies on calling ghosts and scolding them until they become autist
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Maoshan's Posthumous Works: the Years Between Me and Uncle Jiu
---My name is Qiu Sheng, and I am the last direct disciple of Uncle Jiu. After the master left, I guarded this righteous village, and also guarded the peach wood sword and glutinous rice bag passed down by him. Nowadays, the world has changed. No one believes that zombies are afraid of light anymore, and no one remembers that ink lines need to be mixed with three strands of rooster comb blood. But I have to speak out. I talked about the coffin being held in Renjia that year, and the master hit m
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