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Dangerous Situation Corrodes the Bones: Mr. Huo, You Are Fine.
The raindrops were like hammers hitting the concrete, and the coldness penetrated into the bones. Shen Chutang raised his head, his vision darkened under the iron gray sky. The iron chain of the prison door has rusted into dark red, and the lamppost at the door swayed and gave off a weak yellow light. Her fingers clasped tightly around a piece of warm jade. There were tiny cracks on the jade surface, like traces of being burned by fire, but there was a slight flow of heat on the fingertips. The
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Wasteland Dad: My Cute Baby Is the Ultimate Weapon
The hatch of the legendary shadow organization that specializes in dealing with the toughest traitors and top-secret missions popped open automatically with a "chi" sound. There were no imaginary weapons or confidential documents inside, just a baby girl wrapped in a thick radiation-proof swaddle. The baby girl seemed to have just woken up and opened her eyes. Her pupils were not the normal black or brown, but glowed with a faint, mysterious purple fluorescence. She neither cried nor fussed. Loo
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Desertion from Underworld
At the beginning, I saw the death script of the female general. She died suddenly at her work station in her previous life. I thought it was relief. Unexpectedly, after death, he would have to take the public examination and become a glorious grassroots employee of the underworld. This month's leading indicator: thirty. Current completion: twenty-seven. A living person, but I saw the script of her death three days later? Moreover, her death turned out to be the beginning of the overthrow of the
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Welcome to True Lies
The lights flickered on and off, and Lin Mo's eyes rolled in the darkness. The sight suddenly became clear - a dilapidated theater with rusty seats and a faint blood red glow from behind the curtain of the stage. The air is mixed with the pungent smell of rust and the brewing of years of dust, and it feels like you are inhaling metal shards when you breathe. He instinctively wanted to turn around, but found that he was surrounded by high walls. The mottled paint on the walls looked like wounds t
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