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Daqin Blind Box Master
The Qin Dynasty was the thirty-fourth year of the First Emperor's reign. At the Lishan Mausoleum construction site outside Xianyang City, the sun was covered with smoke and dust. The screams of the prisoners mixed with the whip whistles of the supervisors, like a blunt knife cutting flesh, dampening people's nerves. Ying Chengyu was squatting in this hell on earth, holding half a piece of moldy pancake in his hand, and wearing an ocher prison uniform with many patches on his body. He is no ordin
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Return from Burning Night
At three o'clock in the morning, "Extreme Speed" Internet cafe. The air is filled with the weird smell of instant noodles, cigarette butts and dusty warm air blowing out of the machine's heat vents all year round. Keyboard clicks, mouse clicks, and players shouting and cursing in excitement or frustration form a never-tiring cacophony of background sounds. The camera was in the corner against the wall, and the cold white light of the screen reflected an expressionless young face. Lin Ran wore he
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Synthetic Restricted Area
"Huh..." He exhaled a breath of rusty breath, put down the screwdriver in his hand, and reached out to rub his sore shoulders. The workshop is filled with the smell of motor oil, solder and damp mold. This is a familiar smell to him, and it is also his safe haven after three years of hibernation. Three years ago, the night when the entire Fang family was wiped out, there was also a heavy rain, but the rain that night was still mixed with the strong smell of blood.
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Synthetic World: I Am a Business Sage in the Deep Palace
"It's okay to be kicked out of the house," Shao Bianyun murmured to himself, his voice hoarse, "It's okay not to stay in such a cold place." But even so, the tears in the corners of his eyes could not help but fall. He was only fifteen years old, penniless, living in the capital, without any relatives, his future was uncertain, and he didn't even know whether he would survive tomorrow.
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