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Sick Wolf Howling Night
Chen Ruoxi is a sick man and an ambitious person. After being abandoned by his family and thrown into the slums to die, he discovered that this chaotic place was his real hunting ground. The werewolf blood flowing in his body awakens, and his weak body hides the power to tear everything apart. The gangsters in the slums regarded him as a fat sheep, but they did not know that he was stepping into the territory of the wolf. Chen Ruoxi pretended to be weak and conquered the underworld and annexed t
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AI Avatar Is a Social Terror Control
"Unknown code name, activate remote control mode." I took a deep breath and tapped my fingers quickly on the keyboard. The data flow on the screen fell like a waterfall. The air conditioner in the basement hummed, sending chills down the back of my neck, but I didn't bother wiping away the sweat—because the video call interface was already on. Gu Qinghan's face appeared in the center of the screen. That face, to be honest, is a hundred times more beautiful than the cover of a magazine. The bridg
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Replacement Marriage
Song Jin was reborn and returned to the day when he married the underworld boss Lu Chenzhou for his sister. In her last life, she was manipulated like a puppet on strings, jumping into the fire pit for her sister, and eventually died tragically at the hands of Lu Chenzhou's enemies. Before she died, she realized that this marriage was a scam from the beginning - a game played by her sister and Lu Chenzhou, and she was just a disposable chess piece. Opening his eyes again, Song Jin looked at hims
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The Seventh Time I Was Reborn, I Counter-Killed the Hidden Boss.
When I sat up from the bed, the light leaking through the gaps in the curtains stung my eyes. On the bedside table, the mobile phone was charging, with 98% power, and the time showed 7:23 in the morning. I stared at the numbers for a minute. My throat felt dry and my palms were sweaty. Familiar. So familiar. This bed, this room, even the faint scent of lavender floating in the air are exactly the same. I remember that I woke up in the same bed before the seventh time of relapse, but that time I
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