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Honghuang: Please Call Me Tang Sanzong!
[Imagination]+[cool article] "You are not Lord Dapeng, you are a demon!" Tang Sanzong held a Zen staff in his hand and pointed at the roc, as if facing a formidable enemy. "Jiejie, I didn't expect it! You would actually see through my identity, but so what, you are still going to die today." "Wukong, Bajie, Laosan, come with me to fight..."
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I Work as a Chief Engineer in Daqin
Do you believe in Qin Shi Huang or me? A subversive question kicked off the passionate prologue of "I Work as a Chief Engineer in Daqin". This masterpiece combines the thrill of time travel and technological innovation. It takes the modern science man Li Min's counterattack against the Qin Dynasty as the main line, and writes a wonderful legend of knowledge crushing the era. The protagonist Li Min travels through the pre-Qin Dynasty with modern scientific knowledge. He has no illusory powers, on
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The Fake God of the 1990S: I Relied on My Own Mistakes to Become a God
She considers herself to be the "heir to the ancestral magic stick scam", and all her "skills" are tricks of deception taught by her grandfather. She relies on making up things on the spot and luck to get orders. In fact, she has been subtly taught Taoism by her grandfather using "deception" since she was a child. The nonsense words (begging formulas are used as incantations, and vernacular words are used as Taoist maxims) are all authentic Taoism triggered by unconsciousness - the crooked talis
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The Years I Apprenticed at the Mass Graves
At the beginning of the mass grave, Chen Mo squatted in the grave to pick up wild eggs. He saw a bald man squatting at the door of the mass grave and chewing human bones. Blood dripped from the bones, like pig blood from a pig slaughtering farm! Gou Sheng was frightened and said that the bald man was drying "dried human flesh" on the grave yesterday. It's like peeling off human skin. He dragged the leftover dog and ran wildly, and there were black beetles crawling in the holes of the coffin boar
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