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Holographic Flow: I Am a Blacksmith in the Game
Overnight, players around the world were locked in "God's Domain", and everyone was reduced to level zero. The system announcement was cold and refreshing: There is only one throne, and only the god-maker can have eternal life. Top players were still grabbing hidden professions and acquiring epic weapons, but I turned around and walked into the dilapidated blacksmith shop and clicked [Blacksmithing Mastery]. They laughed at me for failing to practice, until the world BOSS came, and I hit its kne
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Journey to the West to Learn Buddhist Scriptures Reverse Transcription
Is seeking advice a scam? In the tenth life, Jin Chanzi became a traitor in Lingshan, and the moment Wei Qiwu tore up the Buddha's edict, the whole world was shocked. He seizes the secret key of the Nine Tribulations, steals the ancient Bodhi lamp, and masters the true solution to morality - the forbidden technique of the three realms is added to the body, but the Taoist mind is clear. From the remnants of the Huaguoshan formation to the bloody battle at Nantianmen, every step breaks the rules o
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Who Lit the Temple Fire
The leader of the Knights Templar personally lit the fire to burn him, the "blasphemer", on the rack. The holy light filled the sky like a knife, and the believers shouted for his death. However, the moment the flames engulfed his whole body, Zhou Mu smiled - he sensed that the talent of "stealing fire" that had been sleeping in his body for twenty years finally woke up. Are you burning me with holy fire? Have you ever thought that this fire book was stolen from me? When the first ray of pure wh
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Rules Flow: the Night Watchman at the Funeral Home
On the first day of the vigil at the funeral home, Master handed me three rules: don't look back when you are ugly, don't open your eyes when you hear crying, and don't touch the bottom of the morgue. That night, I made all the mistakes. When I was lowering my head to clean, the incense burner fell over and the ashes were scattered on the floor, which actually spelled my name. Only then did I realize that I was born with a pair of ghost-marked eyes that could see through everything. What others
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