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Nine Heavens Divine Thunder
The thirty-seventh cracked pattern on the bronze mirror was leaking blood, and Chu Yang knew that noon was coming again. He stared at the pale face in the mirror - the dark red dragon pattern at the corner of his left eye rose and fell with his breathing like a living thing, as if there were scales running under the skin. The crisp sound of bronze bells came from the window, three feet closer than yesterday.
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Urban Peak Hero
The rain hitting the rusty fire escape sounded like pebbles hitting empty cans. Lin Mo wiped his face. The smell of plastic from the inferior raincoat mixed with the smell of metal rust and chemicals in the air that never dissipated went straight into his nose. The halo of neon lights twists and flows on the wet ground, red, green, and blue, dyeing the puddled cement floor under your feet like an overturned palette, cold and cheap
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Counterattack on the City Three Things
The acid rain smashed the bulletproof glass of the hovercar into sticky green spots, like pus dripping from a dying beast. Zhang Hao was sitting in the passenger seat, tapping the cold alloy door handle unconsciously with his knuckles. Every stroke is precisely stuck in the gap between the impact of raindrops, click, click, click, like the countdown second hand
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The Adventures of Douglas
The putrid mud was mixed with slag, wrapped in the aura of despair, and smashed into Lirael's face. She choked violently, her lungs burning, and every gasp felt like she was swallowing hot gravel. Not a dream. The cold despair seized her instantly, far more piercing than the cold wind that smelled of sulfur and rotten flesh blowing from the depths of the mine.
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Jiuyou's Magical Power Dominates the World
The Taotie pattern on the bronze tripod opened its bloody mouth under the candlelight, and three severed fingers were stuck between the beast's teeth. "A sacrificial vessel that has not been consecrated for three hundred years -" Chu Linyuan wiped the ears of the tripod with his right hand wrapped in gauze, and rust mixed with blood scabs fell on the treasure appraisal table, "it is quite vicious."
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Daozong Sword
When Xue Yue climbed up the eaves, the hairs on the back of Chu Chen's neck suddenly exploded. The third eye of the three-eyed crow glowed green in the dark, and the tip of its beak was still stained with the blood of an unknown unlucky person. He subconsciously grabbed the broom tightly - this beast just pecked through the wrist of the handyman Lao Wu yesterday.
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The Rise of the Domineering President
Acid rain beats against the neon tubes, and turbid water snakes down the twisted metal pipes, forming puddles on the oil-stained ground that reflect the morbid light.
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I'm Watching a Show About Wealthy Businessmen's Battles
The rain hit the window edge with the smell of rust, and the splash of dark red spots slowly engulfed the metal window frame. Lin Feng wiped the dagger with a cloth soaked in gun oil, scraping off a thin layer of rusted metal shavings with every push. The M9 military bayonet that had been with him for seven years, the shallow groove on the spine that he had personally ground to break the enemy's bones, began to show ominous orange-red spots on the edge. The rain in the abyss can even digest stee
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Jiuyoutianjing
The blue-gray tile eaves glowed a dark red like rust under the blood moon, and the broken Ye family flag was blown by the wind. Ye Chen squatted in the shadow of the eaves of the ancestral hall, clutching a melting bronze arithmetic piece in his left hand - the arithmetic beads burned in his palm, but strangely did not leave any scars.
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Knife Shadow Knight
Lin Xiao knelt on the cold sapphire bricks of the ancestral hall, with three incense sticks broken into six pieces in his palms. The incense ash fell into the copper basin, but suddenly a strange whirlpool appeared. The ashes swam at the bottom of the basin, as if being pulled by invisible hands, and gradually condensed into a dragon shape the size of a fingernail.
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The Two Ways of the Nine Nether Demons
The spiritual rice sticks between the fingers, with a sweet smell of putrefaction. Lin Mo stared at the few grains of rice in his palm that should have been as white as jade, but now they seemed to be soaked in ink, with the edges curled and blackened. He rubbed it vigorously, and the black stain was stubbornly embedded in the rice grains, but the water used to wash the rice had an unsettling oily sheen.
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Jiuyou Tiangong Bamo
Lin Hao hunched over and dug his skinny fingers into the mud accumulated by rotten leaves. Every breath he took had a rusty smell. Sweat smeared his eyes and stung him, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it. The sky above the head that should have been gray was now rolling with an almost solidified dark red color, like a scab from a huge wound, weighing down so heavily that one's spine creaked.
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