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Heroes in Troubled Times: from a Fallen Proton to an Eternal Emperor
The long knife smashed the wooden carriage shaft. Sawdust flew everywhere. Qin Yu was overturned by the air wave. His back hit the rock. The pain spread all over the body instantly. There were dead soldiers in black all around. The reflection from the blade stung his eyes. The leader of the dead soldiers approached step by step with a bloody sword. "His Royal Highness, the ten-year proton period has expired. Your journey back to your hometown should end here."
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Thousands of Miles Across the Country, I Sit with You
On the execution ground, a fishy wind blows against your face. Su Wan knelt in the prison car, watching the heads of his father and brothers being hung high, and the blood dripping on the loess, dyed with the color of despair. She was once the most dazzling pearl in the capital, but now she is reduced to the daughter of a criminal to be executed. At three quarters of noon, the executioner raised the ghost-headed knife. At this moment, a sharp sound pierced the sky—— "The imperial edict arrives——
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Genius Mid Laner, Leading the Bottom Team to Counterattack and Win the Championship
"You haven't played a training match in two years, and your national server account rank is stuck at D1. Lin Feng, although our SUG is short of people, it is not a recycling bin." The moment the security door was pushed open, the strong smell of braised beef noodles mixed with the burnt smell of heat dissipation from the computer poured into the nostrils. Lin Feng threw the badly worn black peripheral bag on the coffee table full of cigarette ash.
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Summoner of the Abyss: Starting Contract Fallen Angel, I
The test crystal column burst into dazzling gray light. "Su Chen, F level abyss affinity. Waste product." The instructor pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, grabbed the test report, and threw it heavily on the table. The thin page of paper slipped, floated into the air, and finally hit Su Chen's canvas shoes.
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