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Rebirth from Gambling on Stones
In the previous life, I lived to be 45 years old, and my obsession was too deep. In this new life, if I am poor, I will be alone, and if I am prosperous, I will help the world! If you don't do something beneficial to the country, won't your life be in vain? [This story is purely fictitious, any similarity is purely coincidental! Thanks!
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Cats Live Forever
Qi Lin was reborn and returned to a world where the spiritual energy of the parallel earth was at the beginning of recovery. He got to know himself in this world, became his cat, and raised many spiritual beasts. However, for some reason, he did not need to absorb the spiritual energy on his own, and the spiritual energy entered the body on its own initiative. It was really painful to automatically advance. So the master was in a panic to save himself. Fortunately, Qi Lin had a backup method to
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Resurrection of Spiritual Energy When I Was Still a Grass
I was reborn, reborn as a catnip tree. After decades of becoming a catnip tree without organs, I missed the way I was when I was still human. Until one day, the weather changed suddenly, and I missed the days when I was still a grass. Alas, it's all about living! No matter what, surviving is the most important thing!
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Another Version of the Cat’s Path to Immortality
Books often say that death happens in three stages, as information gradually disappears, like a picture being erased bit by bit by a magical eraser. The first stage is physical death: your heartbeat and breathing stop in the hospital, your brain and heart scans show no activity, and the doctor pronounces you dead. The second stage is social death: family and friends observe a moment of silence at your funeral, mourners recall the important events of your life, and your family cancels your ID,
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The Daily Life of the Little Princess of the Vampire Clan
The daily life of the little princess of the vampire clan
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The Rectification of Cain's Name
The rectification of Cain's name
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The Weird Cat That Destroys the World
The weird cat that destroys the world
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The Social Animal Traveled Through Time and Became the Dominant Heroine in Ancient Times
The social animal traveled through time and became the dominant heroine in ancient times
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White Shadow Under Streetlight
My name is Xiaokang, and I am a sophomore in high school. In October 1998, when I was in my second year of high school, I had to study in the evening, from seven o'clock to nine thirty. During recess, my classmates were all discussing a horror story that made a girl in the next class cry. However, I was used to walking on the playground and knew nothing about this story. There is a physical education exam in the second semester of high school. As a student with physical difficulties in the class
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The End of the Beast Is Actually a Novice Village
The end of the beast is actually a novice village
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In the Last Days of Yan Ling, I Destroyed This World
In the last days of Yan Ling, I destroyed this world
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Wang Duoduo's Memoirs
This book is also called "A Dog's Journey to Immortality" [Light Novel + Time Travel + Immortality + Buddhism + Food + Travel] A great demon dog that has lasted for tens of millions of years, when he was reaching the peak of his life, felt the need to record his glorious life and show it off, so he came up with this book. Prequel: When I was a little puppy that was just seven years old, I unintentionally became the source of doom. [In the prequel, the dog's owner named him Wang Duoduo] Text: [Go
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Starting with the Guardian Dog God in My Dreams
After dreaming for a week straight about the huge, gentle dog that presses down on my chest, I secretly put a child's personal alarm beside my bed. But when I woke in the middle of the night, the alarm hadn't gone off, and the huge dog instead spoke plaintively: “Master, I'm the little stray you rescued when you were a child.” It wagged its tail and showed me the yellowed photo hanging from its neck: a picture of me with a little mongrel when I was ten. The next morning, the Dog God appeared as
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