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My Path to Immortality with My Brother Who Has a Cornucopia
[Mortal time travel] [With system] [It's cool and it's over] Who would have thought that a delivery boy like me, who kept saying "Are you beautiful" every day, would end up in the world of immortality instead of being admitted to the ICU after running a red light and getting hit? ! The beginning was on hell difficulty: I was transformed into a cannon fodder with no spiritual roots, doing the most tiring work, living in the shabbiest house, and the original body fell to death at the bottom of a c
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The Ex-Girlfriend in the Ceo's Arms Is the Ancestor of Tomb Robbers
I traveled through time and became the daughter of Tong Jia, a family of tomb robbers, but I was misunderstood by black glasses as a mole in the tomb passage. He pinched my neck and said, "All women from the Tong Jia family should die in the tomb," and then turned and left. Five years later, I returned to China with my archaeological team, and was personally greeted at the airport by Xie Yuchen, the president of the partner. He said in front of all employees: "This lady's child looks very much l
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First Person in Charge
Mi Miezi did not expect that his dream would come true as soon as he closed and opened his eyes - the vehicles passing by on the ground and in the air from time to time outside the window, the floating panel displaying various network information beside him, the self-proclaimed [civilized] guy who was trying to communicate with him in his ear, and... At least in this society, it has been realized: communism! [[Keywords added: commism, cyberpunk (capitalism, cybernetics, information theory, syste
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Food of the Undead Shen Yunji
2147, Cyberpunk city. Under the holographic billboard, I guard the spiritual food stall in the urban village. No one knows that this social horror stall owner is a master of divination - except myself. Terminal illness has become an immortal curse on me. Every time I have a near-death epiphany, the fragments of the future I see have to be exchanged for memories. On this day, Zuo Qiuxuan, the daughter of a rich man, came to visit her. There were only three months left in the conflict between her
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