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Contract Doubts
At three o'clock in the morning, the Lu family mansion looked like a palace sunk into the deep sea. It was so quiet that you could hear the sound of your own blood flowing. Gu Wanqing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his silk nightgown hanging loosely around his body, and his long dark hair flowing down to his waist. Outside the window, the most expensive manor in Yancheng spread out under the moonlight. The surface of the swimming pool reflected the fine moonlight, like a handful
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The Day My Spiritual Roots Were Destroyed, I Cut Off the Empyrean Pillar
On the day when the spiritual root was destroyed, Yunzhuo cut off the Nine Heavens Pillar, triggering the Nine Heavens Thunder Punishment and staining the sky with blood. The world despised him as a useless person, but they didn't know that the ancient Burning Heaven Soul was sealed in his body. Xie Jin, once the strongest war god in heaven, was deprived of his divine status for changing his destiny against heaven, and fell into the mortal world, watching the ups and downs of the world with cold
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The Master's Wukong Tribulation
The morning light has not penetrated the sea of clouds in the east, but the golden roof of Lingxiao Palace is already flowing with light like molten gold. Today is the day when Sun Wukong, the "Fighting and Victorious Buddha", is officially consecrated. All the famous gods in the three realms have received invitations. The auspicious clouds gather outside the Nantian Gate and the fairy music is melodious.
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I Am Reborn to Guard the Tomb of Mankind
AD 2035, late autumn. Kunlun Base, the last bastion of mankind, stands on the ruins of what was once the roof of the world. The towering alloy city walls were covered with scorch marks and huge claw marks, and the energy shield generator had long been overloaded and damaged, making a dying buzz. Outside the city wall is the endless "dark tide" - a sea of squirming, roaring monsters exuding corruption and radiation. The sky is an eternal leaden gray, so depressing that one can't breathe
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