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Hidden Feng Wu Jia
It was raining like a hole in the fucking sky. The big raindrops hit my body and hurt. Even my vision was blurred. I could only see a dim curtain of water in front of me. Wu Jia hunched his back and rode the electric bike like a loach, twisting and turning in the alley. His trousers had long been soaked and felt cold against his legs, making his calves tremble a little from the cold.
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Sansheng Cute Baby: the System Prompts Me to Win Pot
The sunshine at seven o'clock in the morning, with the smell of freshly made soy milk, slanted on the floor-to-ceiling windows of Critical Studio, illuminating the light cyan jade pendant on Fu Lin's ring finger. The jade pendant was dug out from under the sycamore tree in the backyard of the studio when Xiaotang was three years old. At that time, it was still covered with wet mud. Now it has been polished smooth and moist. When it sticks to the skin, it always carries a warmth slightly higher t
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God-Level Sports: from Useless Substitute to Human God of War
In 2091, three months after the dimension of the Final Arena collapsed, there was an abandoned monitoring station on the edge of the Arctic ice cap. The whistling white-haired wind rolled up the ice particles and smashed against the rusty alloy bulkhead, making a harsh sound like sandpaper, like some giant beast grinding its teeth in the dark. Inside the monitoring station, the emergency lights used weak orange-red light to outline the mess on the ground - overturned instruments, coagulated dark
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Sin Scar Replicator
The wind in the Holy City was wrapped in ashes, clinging to Jiang Linzhou's face like a hypothermic shroud. He stood on the ruins of the collapsed dome of the temple, with charred gravel beneath his feet, and every particle was soaked with blood - from the minions of the Gray Tower, from the rebels, and from the innocents swallowed up in the name of "purification". The gray iris of the left eye is like solidified ink, with fine light patterns of sin swimming in it, reflecting every crack on the
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Flash Marriage Merit System: Spoof Confession at the Beginning
The evening wind of late autumn carried a bone-chilling chill, rolling up a few withered yellow sycamore leaves. They slapped against the glass curtain wall of the Jiangcheng Municipal Building and were pulled by the wind to the distant neon sea. Su Jin stood on the terrace of the 18th floor. The cigarette butt held between her fingertips burned to the end, and her fingertips shrank because of the heat. Then she pushed the cigarette butt into the metal ashtray next to her.
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