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Devouring Luck: Iceberg King
He nodded, adjusted his condition, and started simulation training again. This time, he followed Su Xiaoxiao's suggestion and launched a spiritual attack while simulating thunder to summon a lightning shield. As expected, Simulate Lei's body paused for a moment, and the light of the lightning shield also became dimmer. He Xi seized this opportunity, activated his Shunpo skill, walked around behind Simulated Lei, and attacked his back with the power of luck from Star Core Football.
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Yuan Jinzhi
The mark originally relied on the weak resonance with the "key" to exist and be locked. At this moment, the core of the "key" was actively detonated by Yunyuan and violently shook. The mark was like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil, making a sharp "whining" and instantly became extremely unstable. Then, under the erosion of the regular ripples, it quickly melted and disintegrated like ice and snow in the sun, and finally dissipated completely!
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Apocalyptic Emperor Sao: I Will Be a Tyrant in the Wasteland
"What crime is this emperor guilty of?" Lu Huainan sneered, "You colluded with Batu, refined human poison, and harmed innocent people. I killed you to do justice to heaven! But you, hiding your head and tail, dare not show your true face to others. Could it be that you are too ugly for fear of scaring the emperor?
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The Forensic Poison Concubine: the Prince's Substitute Coroner
The knocking sound was unhurried, like the drumbeat of death, knocking on the top of her head and on her heart. Every stroke made her muscles tighten. She grasped the scalpel in her sleeve tightly, and the cold metal touch gave her a faint sense of calm. If the cover is lifted, she can only fight to the death to fight for a chance of survival, or... Pull a support
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Jin Zhaozhao
It was a rocky beach made of countless charred boulders, full of cracks and holes. The stones vary in size, and many still have clear marks on them, as if they were bombarded with great force or burned by high temperatures. The smell of heat and destruction in the air reached its peak here! And in the center of the rocky beach, you can vaguely see a huge, downward-dented... Pothole.
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