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The Story of the Response to the Gambling King Who Survived the Desperate Situation
Cai Yaoran was involved in a "gamble clause" before the relegation battle. As long as he lost a game, he would hand over the life of the club; and Pan Xinqing, as a key witness, came up with a training data and tactical plan that seemed impossible to fulfill. In a desperate situation, he used realistic tactical details and an unyielding physical limit to force his opponent to pay the price within 90 minutes.
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The Concubine Against Time: Rebirth of Splendid Story
The rain came hard and cold. Liu Qingwan's consciousness was like a piece of wet cloth being scooped up, with water dripping down drop by drop. She opened her eyes, and her vision was blurred with gray. It's rain. The cold rain hit her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips, bringing a biting wakefulness. Pain. Not just cold. Her throat felt like a ladle of molten iron had been poured into her throat, burning her so much that she couldn't make a sound. My stomach was also churning. She r
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The Empress Returns to the Throne, This Sword Cuts Off the Eternal Sorrow
It rained heavily. The cold rain washed away the bluestone-paved execution platform crazily, but it could not wash away the strong and nauseating smell of rust. It was the smell of blood, hot, fishy and sweet, mixed with muddy water, winding and flowing into the gaps in the stone slabs. Pain. Pain deep in the bone marrow. It was as if countless ants were gnawing at the nerves, or as if someone had poured red-hot molten iron into his chest. Shen Liyuan felt that his consciousness was like a l
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The Dragon King's Son-In-Law: Three Hundred Years Later, I Will Suppress Everything
Pain. It was like there was a rusty dull knife stirring in my brain, and every nerve was screaming. Ling Yuan opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were completely pale. The pungent smell of disinfectant penetrated his nose like a hook, making his throat itchy and almost coughing. The smell is too strong, mixed with the sweetness of cheap air freshener, and it makes people feel sick to their stomach. He subconsciously wanted to exercise his energy and regulate his breath, but his Dantian was
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Werewolf in the Deep Palace: I Am a Paper Maker and Can See Through
Fan Jia felt that the ancestral graves of their Fan family must have been dug up, and they were dug up with an excavator. Otherwise, there is no way to explain why the craftsmanship that has been passed down for three generations has not been carried forward by him, but has almost been carried away.
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Hong Kong Variety Show: the One-Armed Boss Imitates the Magic Hand at the Beginning
It rained heavily, and in the back alleys of Longcheng West District, the smell of blood mixed with the fishy smell of earth was washed by the rain, forming dark red streams. Next to the garbage pile, Wu Chen huddled in a ball, like an abandoned dead dog.
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