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Water Margin: Wu Song Refused to Recruit Anyone
The modern special forces king suddenly traveled through time and became Wu Song. When he woke up, Song Jiang was about to lead his brothers to recruit him! Seeing that the heroes of Liangshan were going to conquer Fang La and suffered many casualties, and in the end they would end up like a rabbit or a dog, Wu Song decided - "I want to recruit you, but I won't wait for you!" He led a group of die-hard brothers such as Lu Zhishen, Lin Chong, and Yang Zhi to rise up and establish a new mountain.
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Water Margin: My Father, Chao Gai, Intercepted Hu's Birth Date at the Beginning
Chao Che woke up from his hospital bed with the memory of a modern project manager in his mind. Faced with the loyalty of his father Chao Gai, the empty granary in the village, and the birthday event that was destined to shake up the world four months later, he decided to check the accounts first, then control the food, and then cut off the inventory. Others robbed gold and silver, but what he wanted to rob was secret accounts, salt and people's hearts. Starting from Chaojiazhuang and based on L
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I'm Guan Yu, I'll Kill Everyone in the World at the Beginning
[The soul of a graduate student in the Department of History has passed through the desperate situation of Guan Yu] There are 300 remaining soldiers at the beginning, three days to die, and 30,000 enemy troops. Others traveled through time to become emperors, and I traveled through time to be beheaded? Oh. We know the location of your ambush at Lü Meng. I know every move your Sun Quan makes. I know better than you yourself when Cao Pi will usurp the throne. Anyone who wants to kill me, I will ki
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I Am Not: the God of Poetry
Yellow sand filled the sky, carrying the hot breath of the Gobi, and enveloped the entire alley in a hazy glow. Ye Changan stood at the entrance of the alley, holding an old book box in his hand, the hem of his robe covered with dust. Three
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