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I Report You as a Cultivator, and the Country Sends Me to Arrest You.
Wang Dachui, 28 years old, is a courier with zero complaints. The heaven and earth undergo sudden changes, spiritual energy revives, and immortal cultivators need to hold a certificate to survive the tribulation. He accidentally activated the "National Anti-Feudal Superstition Identification System" and could see through the monks' cultivation, skills, and crimes. Report the obsessive wild cultivator while delivering the express, and you will receive bonuses, and the points can be exchanged for
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The Trapped Beast in the Mountains
This is a forbidden love that grows in the mud and scars. It grows slowly but takes root deeply. "He pulled me into shoulder-length grass, with his sleeping father behind him. He said he wanted to take me to see the mountains, but I saw the blood stains from his belt on the beam of his house." "When I was twenty years old, I fell in love with a young man and personally pushed him to the south. He took the blame for me after seven years in prison. On the day I was released from prison, the first
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God: Divine Intern
He rented a haunted house for 500 yuan and was forced to become the project manager of four gods. We agreed to break up after accumulating enough merit, but the way the God of War looked at me became more and more strange. He slapped the performance form on my desk: "I don't want the merit anymore, I want you."
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Jiyin Nursing Home
[Old man cultivating immortality]+[Extreme Yin body]+[Group portrait] My name is Chen Daniu. I am eighty years old. I am at the third level of Qi Refining and my teeth are about to fall out. Yesterday, I awakened the extremely yin body that only occurs once in a million years - the legendary top-level furnace. Now all the male cultivators in the immortal world are going crazy. The old monster Nascent Soul wrote me letters asking for help, the giants of the demonic path lined up at the door, and
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