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Republic of China: Farming and Raising Corpses in My Space
Fang Yuan traveled through the Republic of China, and the streets were filled with monsters and monsters. He was rejected as a disciple of Maoshan, but he awakened to the cultivation space, and the spiritual spring poured out twelve crops of rice a year. The grain store and butcher shop made a lot of money. Until one day, Uncle Jiu from Renjiazhen came to borrow food - and saw the zombie soaking in his backyard, and his face turned green.
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Siheyuan: Silly Pillars in 1950
In 1950, the air in the Nanluoguxiang courtyard was stuffy. He Yuzhu raised his eyes and looked at the Chinese-character face in front of him, and his heart was churning - he was only fifteen years old when he entered "Qinman Siheyuan", and his sister He Yuzhu was only five years old.
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Bright Sword: My Intelligence Can Predict the Battlefield
Song Shijie activated the random intelligence system to know in advance the Japanese machine gun malfunction, detour routes and reinforcement movements. During the Qilikou ambush battle, he used his intelligence to command the first battalion to seize the high ground on the left wing, cooperated with Li Yunlong to make dumplings, and annihilated the elite Japanese squad with zero casualties.
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Uchiha Emperor's Arms User
I haven't even opened my eyes at the age of seven, and I haven't even passed the ninja school graduation exam. After a year of hard training on chakra, I finally unlocked the palace in my mind - the forty-eight pieces of imperial equipment and recognized its owner. These Sharingan eyes haven't opened yet, but I hold the demon sword Murasame in my hand.
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Good Grandson! I Will Conquer the World for You in the Underworld
Grandpa entrusted me with a dream, saying that the underworld is currently divided by warlords, with constant fighting, and there is no life for ghosts. Grandpa said that he currently has more than a hundred ghosts under his command, only some spears and weapons, and they are often beaten around by other forces. Grandpa asked me to burn some weapons and armor for him. Ever since, I woke up. In front of my grandfather's grave, airplanes, tanks, cannons, AK47s, rocket launchers and other weapons w
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