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Dress up as a Tyrant and Die Early. After the White Moonlight, I Will Win by Lying Down.
When I woke up, I transformed into the tyrant's Bai Yueguang substitute. The system said that I could go home as long as I completed the plot and escaped. So I conscientiously played the role of being in love with the tyrant and waiting for him to slaughter my whole family for true love. But until the night I "died" of illness, the tyrant became red-eyed and killed everyone who tried to bury me. He hugged my increasingly cold body and said in a hoarse voice: "Who dares to let you die without my
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The Demon Lord: a Woman Disguises Herself as a Man and Seeks the Path to Immortality
In the fetid water alley in the south of the city, the smell of urine mixed with the smell of rotten meat was like a pot of ecstasy soup that had been simmered for three days. Cheng Yu was leaning against a wet brick wall, blood was coming out from a cut on her chest, staining her ragged linen clothes red. She had half a piece of brick in her mouth, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.
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The Calamity Is Loading
At 11:30 in the evening, the rental house in the urban village was like a stuffy jar. The air blowing from the air conditioner was hot, mixed with the smell of oil and smoke from instant noodles, which made Wu Yu frown. He was holding a cigarette and his fingers were flying on the keyboard. The crackling sound was particularly harsh in the silent night. The game screen on the screen was dazzling - League of Legends, diamond game ranking, and the account he was training was still two games short
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The Bold Man in the Black Coal Kiln
In the 1990s, private excavation and indiscriminate mining became common in Huangtupo in western Shanxi. Black coal was the hard currency, and those who were bold could be exchanged for wealth. Ma Quan was born a brave man with scars on his face and a heart as hard as stone. He was unwilling to die in poverty in a clay kiln all his life, so he secretly opened a black coal kiln with his fellow villagers. There was no support, no safety, no licenses, just pickaxes, kerosene lamps and a desperate d
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