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Rebirth of Online Games to Conquer the World
The frivolous scholar who used to be the strongest God of War in "Mourning" was betrayed by his brothers, the guild's foundation was destroyed, and he died with hatred. When he opened his eyes, he was reborn and returned to the moment before the server of "Mourn" was launched! With countless future versions of advanced memories, BOSS strategies, and hidden mission clues, he vowed to make up for all regrets, wield the blade of revenge against his enemies, and reach the top of the untouched glory!
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The Nine Hell Sword Master! !
As a "waste" from a family in a small border town, with the full support of the author, he won the angel investment from the remnant soul of the ancient swordsman Ling Xiaozi, and gradually practiced the unique "Nine Hell Sword Techniques", devoured the "evil energy" in the world, and condensed the supreme swordsmanship. Finally, he united with the righteous power of the mainland to defeat the Nether Ancestor who tried to devour the origin of the continent, successfully protected the peace of th
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After the Substitute Marriage, I Became the Queen That the Boss Can't Catch up With.
Who in the family understands? In order to collect the money for the operation, my father forced me to have a substitute marriage to a cold-faced boss - even wearing a white dress was regarded as "white moonlight", and I even had to hide from people when I drew the design! As a result, my mother passed away and I ran away. Five years later, I brought a smaller version of the boss to the fashion week. My ex-husband chased me with red eyes and shouted, "Wrong." Chasing his wife? Let's put the apol
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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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