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It Makes Sense for Me, a Butcher, to Kill All the Gods.
"H-hoo-!" Chu Ze took a sharp breath, his eyes suddenly opened, and his eyeballs were covered with frightening red bloodshot eyes. His chest was rising and falling violently like a bellows, and the cold sweat had already soaked the shabby gray overalls on his back. He subconsciously arched his waist and covered his heart with both hands. No! There is no hollow feeling like being pierced by a sharp blade and having your heart dug out! There is no such thing as the disgusting strong smell of blood
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Heretic Containment: I Can See the Weaknesses of All Things
"Ahem... That's so damn unlucky, it's such a dirty job again." District 9 Heretic Management Bureau, third underground floor. The air was filled with a smell that was mixed with rust, moldy tobacco, and some indescribable fishy sweet smell, like the smell of raw pork that had been exposed to the hot sun for three days, going straight into the human and heavenly caps. The siren sounded like a ghost, "woo-woo", and the red warning light rotated wildly in the corridor, illuminating everyone's face
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Dantian Was Abolished, I Awakened the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Dragon
Qingyun Sect, outer martial arts square. The scorching sun burned the bluestone slabs, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sweat and inferior gold medicine. Under the arena, the crowd was crowded with outer disciples who craned their necks to watch the excitement. The noisy discussion was even noisier than a vegetable market. "Have you heard? Today is the last competition for the outer sect. If Su Han wins, he can directly enter the inner sect!" A tall, thin man with a sinister eyeb
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The God-Eyed Mad Lord Started to Dominate the City from Picking up Leaks
In July in Jiangcheng, the sky is like a big hole, and it is so hot and humid that people can't breathe. In the utility room in the backyard of Jubao Pavilion, the air was filled with a pungent smell of musty and mothballs. Lin Feng was hunched over, holding a rag in his hand, carefully wiping the dust on Duobao Pavilion. He was wearing an old T-shirt that had been washed white, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell down his cheeks. He fell to pieces on the green brick floor. "Damn it, it'
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