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I Live-Streamed Cultivating Immortality on a Deserted Island and Shocked the World
"Huhuhu——!" The strong wind was like a whip with barbs, hitting Xiao Yi's face hard, causing pain. "I'm going to kill you! Why can't this broken umbrella bag be opened?!" Xiao Yi hurriedly pulled on the parachute rope at an altitude of several thousand meters, mentally greeting all the eighteen generations of the program team's ancestors. As a has-been adventure anchor, he risked his life for this five million US dollar bonus. But is the crew of "Global Deserted Island Survival" serious? Give me
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God's Eyes Chao Feng Sees Through the Eternal Mystery at the Beginning
Boom! A bolt of pale lightning tore through the inky rain curtain over Jinling City, and the deafening thunder seemed to split the entire antique street in half. "Little bastard, have you given me face? The rules of Tianyuan Pawnshop are my rules! Who do you think you are, and you dare to ruin my good deeds?" In a crackling rainstorm, in a narrow and dark dead end, several tall and sturdy men were surrounding a thin young man and beating him wildly. Mud water mixed with blood flowed on the blues
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Apocalyptic Flashback: I Trade Death for Eternal Life
Heat. It was like being thrown into Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace. Every breath of air sucked into the lungs smelled of sulfur and rust. "Ahem..." Xiao Yi huddled in the shadow in the corner of the troop carrier and coughed twice violently. The smell of rust in his throat became even stronger. He subconsciously pressed the inner pocket of his chest, where there was a crumpled photo. The girl in the photo smiled with crooked eyebrows. That was Xiao Yu, his only relative. "Damn, what are you c
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It's Not Too Much for Me to Be a God in My Life and Career, Right?
Two hundred years ago, the rules of the game came into reality. The area of Blue Star increased ten thousand times, and countless folded spaces and abyss cracks tore open on the earth like sores. Monsters are raging, aliens are invading, and the thermal weapons that humans are proud of are reduced to scrap metal before the power of mysterious laws. It was not until the era of "universal job transfer" began that mankind finally gained a firm foothold in this cruel apocalypse. Linhai City, No. 3
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Black Technology: Starting from the Scrap Station to Rub the Mecha by Hand
The gray-yellow acid rain is like a mouthful of phlegm, spitting continuously on the sore-like land of Scrap Iron Town. The sky is always that lifeless lead-grey color, with thick layers of radiation clouds that block the sunlight. The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, engine oil, and the stench of a rotting and fermenting corpse in the corner. This is the Earth in 2150, a ghost place where human life is worth more than scrap metal. Lu Ze was huddled in a worn-out protective suit
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