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Duan an Is Pretending to Sleep Again Today
"Tsk, how can this young man sleep all day long at such a young age?" A passing porter put down his load to rest, glanced at Duan An, shook his head and muttered. The old man selling candied haws on the side also agreed: "Isn't that right? The last time I set up a stall here, he would lie down here to sleep. Today, he is still in the same position. I'm afraid he used the eaves of this ruined temple as his own kang." The two of them talked about each other, but Duan An didn't react at all. His sn
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Venomous Sword Master: Backstabbed by His Brother at the Beginning
Huo Tian wrapped himself tightly in the white-washed disciple clothes, and rubbed his fingertips against the wooden sword on his waist, which was not even iron. His heart felt as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, it was rough and itchy. The sect competition three days later is the last chance for him, the "last disciple", to stay in Qingyang Sect - if he can no longer enter the inner sect, the master will expel him from the sect according to the rules. "Huo Tian!" A familiar shout came from
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Bai Yueguang's Substitute Su Wan
The first ray of light in the morning has not yet fully penetrated the heavy velvet curtains. The room was very dark. Su Wan woke up. I didn't wake up naturally, I woke up due to a smell. It was a freesia-based perfume belonging to Linxi, which was cold and alienating. At this moment, it is like an invisible net, dyeing the air in the entire room with someone else's color. The smell came from the pillow, from the man beside me who had just left. Gu Chengjue. She closed her eyes and could clearly
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Counterattack Forward: Fight for Blood and Mirrors on the Field
Guo Xuanran was pushed onto the battlefield as a "substitute striker", but found that training resources were cut off by human data and connections; Ding Qingxi produced key evidence and forced him to complete a counterattack in a life-and-death confrontation - not relying on luck, but using real tactics to expose the opponent's plan.
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Lifeline Mystery
The monotonous hum of the air conditioner outlet is the only sound in this luxurious apartment. Lu Chen leaned against the door frame of the bedroom and yawned lazily. The strong smell of alcohol escaped from his body, mixing with the disinfectant and the vague precious perfume in the air to form a disgusting smell. He squinted and looked at the owner of the room. A man in well-dressed pajamas was sitting on the head of the velvet bed with a very peaceful posture. If it weren't for the bone-deep
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Countercurrent Echoes: Prisoners of Time
"Crack!" The crisp crackling sound was like a thunder exploding in the luxurious restaurant. Lin Mo froze on the spot, still holding the bowl in his hand, but his palm was empty. On the floor, the set of blue and white porcelain tableware that the Su family spent a lot of money to buy from the auction, one of the soup bowls, had turned into sharp fragments all over the floor. The milky white soup was mixed with a few uneaten ribs, spread in a mess on the smooth and clean teak floor. The air seem
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Star Mecha Extremely Burning Night
Zhang Chengran and Zhong Wanqing were involved in a mecha competition where "someone dies first to win". There is a black box program hidden behind the competition that can rewrite the record. As forged "death certificates" emerge, Zhang Chengran must reversely decipher the source of his opponent's chances of winning amid suspicion and pursuit, and Zhong Wanqing becomes the only variable he can trust and is most likely to backfire.
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