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Hao Xiucang's eyes darkened. When I opened my eyes again, my nose was filled with the smell of sour water. He lowered his head, holding a bald broom in his hand. He was wearing a greasy orange vest, with five words embroidered crookedly on the chest: Dimensional Cleaner. "Fuck?" The memory still stops at the moment when my heart stopped while working on a manuscript at three in the morning. It's better now, my heart is beating stronger - it's just that the environment is not right. The alley is
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After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Awakened the Bloodline of the Dragon King
"Bang!" The old wooden door was kicked open, and the dust on the door frame fell down. I looked up at the door and kept scooping up the noodles in my hands. The noodles are tumbling in the boiling water, white steam is rising, and the whole rental house is filled with the fragrance of chopped green onion. On the broken table was a bowl of freshly prepared sauce. The chili oil was red and bright, and the smell of it made people drool. "Zhao Yuan! Do you still want to eat noodles?" The person comi
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The King of Ming Dynasty's Complaints: Starting with a Nuclear Submarine
Headache. It's like 10,000 people are holding a concert in my head, and it's the kind of concert where all the voices are broken. It took a lot of effort for me to open my eyes, and what I saw was a bright yellow tent. With dragon pattern embroidery and gold thread piping, you can tell it's worth your money at a glance. Etc. Dragon pattern? I sat up with a start, and my head hit something hard, which made me grimace in pain. Looking down, he was wearing a five-claw golden dragon robe. There was
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Become a God on Behalf of the Driver
The rain was pouring down. Chu Mangyang huddled on the electric car seat, water dripping from the edge of the hood of his raincoat. The mobile phone screen glowed palely in the darkness - at 2:17 in the morning, the number of orders received: zero. "Fuck the weather." He spat, and the salty rainwater flowed down the corner of his mouth. At this moment, my arm suddenly hurt. "Hiss——" Chu Mangyang lowered his head and saw a mosquito. The red spots on the black background were ridiculously large an
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Steam King's Memory of the Heavens
Gong Qinyi's boots made a hollow echo on the rusty metal floor. This "iron coffin" had been lying in the wasteland for twenty years and should have been hollowed out by scavengers long ago. But the old lame man swore that compressed nutritional ointment sealed before the war was still hidden under the plywood of the three-story cargo hold. He had to find it before dark. The air smelled of rust and rotting oil. When Gong Qinyi touched the third floor, the light of the flashlight was half dimmed.
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His Eyes Don't Just Stay for Me
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for binding the strategy system 'Red Line'. The current goal is to defeat the cold and cold president Li Hanzhou. If the task fails, your soul will be scattered." I stared at the ceiling, my mind buzzing. Ten minutes ago, I was chewing chicken drumsticks in a rental house while reading the novel "The President's Substitute Ex-Wife", and by the way, I cursed the heroine Gu Qingwan in the barrage for being a love brain. Then the screen went black, and when I open
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Staying in the Morgue All Night, I Rewrite the Book of Life and Death
When the alarm clock rang, I was squatting at the door of the morgue eating bread. At twelve o'clock sharp, the lights in the entire building flickered and then went out completely. Only the emergency light at the end of the corridor was still on, and its pale light shone on the floor tiles, like a shroud covering the floor. I took a bite of the bread and couldn't swallow it after chewing it twice. A corpse from a car accident was brought in three minutes ago. The intestines were ruptured and th
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Papermaker's Domain
Zhong Cang's eyesight went dark. When I opened my eyes again, the room was full of paper figures. The pale face, scarlet cheeks, and empty eyes stared straight at him. The air smelled of inferior paste and bamboo strips. "Are you awake?" A hoarse voice came from the corner. Zhong Cangxu sat up suddenly and found himself lying on a broken straw mat. My whole body ached, and my brain felt like it was stuffed with a ball of paste—these are the sequelae of working overtime for seventy-two consecutiv
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