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Fantasy: I Am a Mutant at Best, but You Are Perverts
I am mutated at most, but you are perverts If you dare to swing a knife to your crotch, your magical power will naturally be strong. There are thousands of perverts in the world, and there is always one that will suit you. I'm so strong now —————— This is a world of Qi practitioners. Everyone else practices spiritual energy, fairy energy, demonic energy, evil energy, etc. The protagonist practices biogas (smelly, burning), stupid gas (confusion, paralysis), hydrogen (explosion, speed), phosgene
2.2kReads6.8Score313Shelves
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A Mortal Cultivating Immortality: I Am Not a Succubus but a Beautician
"The Male Protagonist Is the Female Protagonist", "No Madonna", "No Harem", "Funny Mortal Flow", "Repeated Jumps on the Moral Bottom Line" True is also false, false is also true, male is female, female is male, The world never lacks perverts, it only lacks people who create perversions. A top beauty and makeup artist in her previous life was poisoned by cosmetics and her soul traveled to the world of immortality. In order to seek the path to immortality, he underwent plastic surgery and disguis
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Unlimited Archives: I Played a Game and the World Collapsed
(Weidian, Zuowangdao, light science fiction, 100% pure hand coding) My name is Lin Mo, and I often feel inferior because I am not perverted enough. I'm not interested in humans, I like virtual game NPCs. In an AI game with unlimited saves, I destroyed the original plot of the game in order to pursue NPCs. As a result, the real world has also changed. After testing, I finally discovered that the so-called game world was actually the historical world 500 years ago. While I was playing the game, I
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Live Broadcast of Prison: at the Beginning, My Mother Gave Me Hundreds of Millions of Wealth
Prison live broadcast reality show to awaken the truth, goodness and beauty of prisoners. Twenty years ago, my mentally ill mother assaulted a second-generation official. Twenty years later, the other person's father came to the door and said that I was the sole heir to their family's home decoration. Before I could react to the shock of becoming the third generation of a top official, a group of gangsters anesthetized me to take the blame for a rapist and murderer and sent me to a live broadcas
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