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Supernatural Live Broadcast: I Became a God by Complaining
Thirty million friends in the live broadcast room testified that I, Gu Qian, was robbed of my phone by a thousand-year-old ghost king and forced me to broadcast live for it! Others knelt down and begged for mercy, but I pointed at the coffin board and complained wildly: "Sister A Piao, is it because you didn't take a photo of yourself before you died that you looked so hideous when you were alive?" [Conflict Bomb] The next second, the live broadcast room exploded - all the barrage was "Complaini
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The Pinnacle of Gun Battles: I Am the King of Headshots
In the finals, his teammates sold Pei Linyuan as bait and sneered: "A rookie who can't even hold a gun steady, does he deserve to win the championship?" No one knew that Pei Linyuan's neural reaction speed was three times that of ordinary people, and he could predict the ballistic trajectory with his eyes closed - he was a deleted tester of the first generation of "Gun God", and he had the hidden talent of "hitting the headshot". When the sniper scope locked on the eight enemies, he pulled the t
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I Became a God by Recycling Doomsday Scrap Metal
[Conflict Bomb] Nuclear explosion wasteland, survivors eat dirt and iron. Luo Qixia, a former military industrial boss, was forced to personally dismantle the "Heavenly Punishment" mecha she designed for scrap metal in exchange for three days of sour bread! [Ability Hint] The moment his fingertips touched the rust, in the torrent of data reflected in his pupils, the evolutionary blueprint of [SSS-level Divine Equipment·Heavenly Punishment] emerged! She laughed, squatting in a mountain of garbage
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Song Dynasty Secret Agent Shen Mo
"The Secret Detective Shen Mo of the Song Dynasty" When I was put on death row at the beginning, Su Jianshan pointed out that I was an undercover agent of Jin State. I laughed - because at the next moment, his biological son was in my hands. A third-grade secret agent? It's just a knife that tissue culture came to clean for me. Three inches closer, I can hear his lies in my heartbeat; passing by, I can review the murder path three days ago from the bones. This is the real way of observing people
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