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The Abandoned Son-In-Law Counterattacked and Reopened the Door to Heaven
When the glazed tiles of Qingyang City were still reflecting the glow of the sky, Lu Jiuyuan was holding half a piece of black cake with his frozen hands, huddled in the corner of the woodshed in the border town. Three years ago, he was the legitimate son of the Lu family who awakened his spiritual roots to influence the celestial phenomena. But now, due to his brother Lu Yunting's Spirit Devouring Gu, he has become a useless person who cannot even break through the Qi refining stage. On the day
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Counterattack on Yun Che: the Legend of Chaos Breaking Darkness
When the last ray of chaos sank into my eyebrows, I realized that that night of genocide was not the end, but the prologue of the undercurrent. I am Yun Che, a lonely soul abandoned in a mass grave. Destiny is like a rusty knife, cutting my past into pieces. It wasn't until I awakened the "Chaos Breaking Dark Eye" under the ancient monument that I glimpsed the truth hidden in the cracks between light and shadow - it turns out that the so-called destiny is just a cage woven by the strong, and I a
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The Awakening of the Son-In-Law: Counterattack on the Legend of the Gods
The Liu family, a wealthy family in Haicheng, was filled with a depressing atmosphere at the moment. In the living room of the villa, everyone in the Liu family sat around on the luxurious sofa, all looking at Ye Feng who was standing in the corner, their eyes full of disdain and contempt. "Ye Feng, look at what you look like now. You eat and live in our Liu family, but you can't even handle this little thing!" Liu Tianxiong, the old man of the Liu family, was sitting on the main seat with an an
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The Secret of Arson in the West of the City
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Spirit Mine Storm: Counterattack and Become a Master
The autumn rain is as dense as silver needles, pricking diagonally on the bluestone slabs of Qingyun School, splashing fine water splashes. The copper bell at the corner of the eaves swayed in the wind, making a clear yet somewhat desolate sound. Lu Chen squatted under the eaves of the service room, holding three ancient copper coins with his sharp-jointed fingers. The edges of the coins were rounded by the years, but the lines on them were still clear.
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The Waste Wood from the Ancient Times Counterattacked and Became a God
The morning mist in Qingyun Valley always carries the bitter smell of vegetation. Mo Yu squatted in the ridge of the 39th field in the medicine garden, holding a clover with his fingertips, carefully avoiding the dewdrops rolling on the leaves - that is the "condensation grass" that Uncle Zhou said, and it needs to be picked before three quarters of Mao in order for the juice to be used in medicine. The green shirt on his body has been washed and turned white, and the wooden plaque "Shou Zhuo" o
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Wasteland Counterattack: Electronic Division Breaks the Game
When the siren tore through the laboratory ceiling, Qin Yue was picking up the 37th chip capacitor with tweezers. The thermostat showed 24.7°C, and the blue light on the anti-static mat reflected the old injury on his left eyebrow bone—a souvenir from the component fragments that flew when welding a short circuit three years ago. He turned the pen as usual, the metal pen barrel drawing a translucent arc between his fingers, until the red warning light penetrated the blinds and cast a shaking blo
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System Cheating, Qingmei Counterattacks and Dominates the Business World
During the humid rainy season, in a rental house in an urban village in City A, Chen Xuan stared at the text message "You have been fired" on the screen of his mobile phone, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the sheets tightly. The patter of rain outside the window beats against the rusty anti-theft net, mixed with the smell of oil smoke from the small restaurant downstairs, making this small and cramped space even more depressing. "Unemployed again..." Chen Xuan smiled to himself and touch
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Scientific Research Assistant Counterattacks Against the King of Black Technology
At 11:42 in the middle of the night, the wall clock in the physics laboratory of Qingzhou University made a subtle ticking sound. Chen Mo's fingertips caressed the keychain unconsciously, and the metal edge had already been polished until it shined. His eyes were fixed on the experimental data of the quantum battery, and his handsome face showed a tired but determined expression under the blue light of the instrument. "Calibrate another 0.3 Millivolts and maybe we can break through the critical
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The King of Soldiers' Counterattack: the System Traps the God of War
The hot and humid air is like a rag that cannot be wrung out, clinging to every inch of the jungle in southern Yunnan. Chen Rui lay under the camouflage net, rubbing the dark brown wet soil mixed with rotten leaves and soil on the tip of his nose. The gun belt was wrapped three times around his left wrist, and the cold metal buckle rubbed against his skin, reminding him that he was not at the camp's tactical training ground at this moment. "Ruizi, are you touching the soles of your shoes again?"
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Counter Attack by Small Soldiers to Overturn the Dynasty
The setting sun was like blood, splashing on the martial arts field of Lingyun Dynasty Zhennan Army. The turbid mud has been repeatedly trampled by thousands of pairs of military boots, and the smell of sweat and rust permeates the hot and humid air. Yunfeng knelt on one knee in the muddy water. His black outfit had already been soaked through. The white washed fabric clung to his spine, outlining the young man's lean but tight muscle lines. The iron gun in his hand was stuck diagonally in the m
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