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The Puzzle of Luck: the Hunting Game of Misplaced Life
Pain. A tearing pain. It was as if someone had rolled his brains in a meat grinder three times, and then force-fed a ton of ice water down his spine. Duan Chen opened his eyes suddenly and gasped for air. What entered my eyes was the dazzling cold incandescent light, and my nose was filled with the smell of high-concentration disinfectant mixed with some kind of expensive aromatherapy. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hands to rub his temples, but found that his arms were as heavy as lead.
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Smiling Emperor
Feng Nuannuan was the youngest puppet emperor of the Liang Dynasty. Three years after he ascended the throne, the government was divided between powerful ministers, the queen mother, and the feudal kings. On the surface, he is an innocent young man who is ignorant of worldly affairs and obsessed with flowers, birds, insects, and fish. He smiles to everyone and never has any opinion. Secretly, he has the golden finger "eye of insight" - the ability to see through anyone's innermost secrets and de
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Daqian's Secret Case Record: the King of Soldiers Adds Points to Break Through Thousands of Situations
The sharp pain in the back of my head felt like someone had swung an eighty-pound hammer, and even my brain was making a "thud" sound inside. He Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, his vision first blurred into blood red, and then slowly came into focus. What caught the eye were moldy blue bricks, and the disgusting smell of rust filled the nostrils—no, that was the smell of blood, so strong that it could choke a person. He subconsciously wanted to touch the gun at his waist, but his wrist sank sudd
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Great Treasure Appraiser: Reshaping the Legend
Pain. The pain was excruciating, as if someone was stirring up my brain with a red-hot iron. Fu Xing took a sharp breath of air and broke free from the drowning-like suffocation. With a "plop", he fell directly from the hard wooden bed to the ground. "Hey, my little ancestor, why are you so hysterical in broad daylight?" A drake's throat with a strong smell of dry smoke penetrated his ears. Fu Xing ignored the bruise on his forehead and raised his head in confusion. What came into view was a cra
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