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Old Mountains and Rivers in the Human World
"Cough... Cough cough..." Grandpa Sun was coughing again. The sound was like a broken bellows, tearing his lungs out with every sound. I stood beside his bed, holding a bowl of rice soup so clear that you could see the cracks in the bottom of the bowl, and I felt panicked. This was the last grain in the settlement. He ground it again and again, and boiled it again and again, but it still couldn't save his life. "Xiao Ping, help me up." Grandpa Sun's voice was soft and erratic, as if it would be
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Sword Pillow on the Mountain
When Chen Xun led the skinny old horse into Qingshi Town, the sun was shining brightly. The horse was picked up on the way, and no one wanted it. Its legs and feet were not very agile, and it started to pant after walking a few steps. Chen Xun didn't mind it either. It was better than nothing. At least he could help carry the long thing wrapped in rags. That thing is his sword and his pillow. "The sword rests on the mountain", these were the last words the master said before his death. Chen Xun
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Rebirth of Urban Peak Cultivation
Lin Yuan opened his eyes suddenly and gasped for air. He looked at the familiar luxurious decoration, leather sofas, and crystal chandeliers around him. Isn't this the Lin family villa where I lived in my junior year? Didn't I die in the catastrophe? Am I reborn? Lin Yuan was ecstatic. In his previous life, his fiancée Su Man and his good brother Zhao Ze teamed up to set up a trap. The Lin family went bankrupt, his parents died in a car accident, and he was forced to jump off the building. Later
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The Silence of Gods Crosses the Ancient Times
He struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was not the familiar white ceiling, but a sky that was so dim that it was almost eerie. There are three suns hanging in the sky, one is extremely huge, emitting a dark red light like a dying struggle, and the other two are much smaller, like two burnt white stones, hanging feebly. "What the hell is this place?"
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