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Gene Awakening: This Evolver Is a Bit Skinny
"Xu Lingyi! What did you make of this PPT? The color scheme is like a mourning hall, and the animation makes me feel like I'm having an epileptic seizure!" When the greasy face of the bald supervisor came over, Xu Lingyi was staring at the time in the lower right corner of the computer - 11:47 pm. The city lights outside the window were brightly lit, and the glass curtain walls of the CBD reflected neon. It looked quite prosperous, but in fact it had nothing to do with him. He is a copywriter an
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The Demon Stand-In: the Scam Three Hundred Years Ago
Shao Ci stood on the martial arts stage, holding a handful of spiritual energy detection talismans in his hand, and was concentrating on studying the zigzag pattern on the edge of one of the talismans. The audience was filled with people from direct and branch families of the Shao family. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were staring at him, some were mocking, some were gloating, and a few young girls showed unbearable expressions. "Is this the legendary decathlon genius?" "Isn't that right? He is p
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Late-Night Visitors Are All Mysteries: Incident at the Biangan Cafe
The night in Tokyo is as quiet as a pool of stagnant water. Fang Mo cleaned the last coffee cup and hung it upside down on the shelf above the bar. The clock on the wall pointed to half past eleven, half an hour before opening time. He looked out the window. The neon lights of Shinjuku were still flashing, but the alley was so dark that not even a ghost could be seen. "Just right." He muttered and turned to make the third pot of coffee today. In fact, there is no need to cook so much. There are
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Eastern Han Dynasty My Destiny: Start with an Ark Creation
Pain. A sharp pain came from the back of his head, as if he wanted to pry his entire head open. Lin Yue opened his eyes suddenly and coughed so violently that he almost spit out his lungs. The air was filled with a disgusting smell that was so strong that it was a mixture of burnt smell, blood smell, and sweat smell that was unique to hell. Where is he? The memory is like torn pieces of paper, chaotic. The last scene was the dazzling white light erupting in the laboratory, and the hot touch
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After My Undercover Identity Was Exposed, I Became My Stepmother's Nightmare.
The rain in March is annoying. Wu Mo stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the dirt road that had been there for more than ten years, but now it was paved with cement. He touched his left rib, which still hurt. He was stabbed by the Burmese guy in the Golden Triangle last week. The incision had not healed properly, and tissue fluid was still seeping out from under the bandage. Three years. Three whole years.
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