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The Road of Iron-Blooded Ministers
The cold rain slanted across the glass curtain wall of the "Tianqiong Group" headquarters, reflecting the fine and dazzling light under the neon lights, which was very similar to Shen Chen's mood at the moment. At 8:17 in the evening, the glass door of the Human Resources Department slowly closed behind him, making a dull sound, completely cutting him off from the place where he had struggled for three years. The resignation certificate in his hand was soaked by the rain, and the ink was blurred
25Reads—Score—Shelves
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I Can Plant Evolution Points!
The gray fog is not the morning mist. It comes without warning. At 10:30 in the morning, Lu Zhou was watering the succulents on the windowsill. The sun is good and the light is bright. He could even smell a hint of earthy fragrance in the air. The next second, the world lost its color. An indescribably thick gray wave surged in from the end of the skyline and swallowed up the entire city in an instant. The light was deprived, as if a huge curtain was suddenly pulled up, and the world fell into a
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Healing Black Technology Arena
Han Chenran was forced to join the "Healing Engine" black technology arena, betting not only on the outcome, but also on sealed memories and body repair quotas; Feng Zixi returned with taboo data and negotiated a losing game. Every start is like drawing lots. If you win, you can save people, if you lose, your life will be taken away - but the system is quietly sewing the fate of the two together.
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Copy Queen: Pei Zheng's Desireless Palace
Star Year 372, the empire's central starship "Ling Xiao Temple" was suspended in the core star field of the Orion spiral arm. The silver-gray hull reflected the cold light of the star, like a dormant metal beast. In the Yeting Palace deep inside the ship, the air was filled with a faint soothing fragrance, mixed with the slightly fishy smell unique to interstellar dust. Pei Zheng was curled up on a soft couch covered with a thermostatic velvet blanket, his brows slightly furrowed, and his breath
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