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Listen to the Guilty Princess
Black. Endless blackness. Su Qingyan's consciousness seemed to be sinking into the cold and bitter sea. Every breath was filled with the rotten smell of earth, filling her lungs and pressing heavily on her chest. The feeling of suffocation was like a big invisible hand strangling her throat. Her eyes shot open. There was still darkness in front of him that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved. Where is this? She tried moving her fingers, and what she touched was rough, hard wood grai
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The Legacy of the Qin Mausoleum: the Secret of the Dragon Picture
The cold rain was like countless fine needles pricking the capital in the early winter night. At the Panjiayuan Flea Market, the noisy crowds in the past were washed away by the sudden rain. Most of the stall owners have closed their stalls, and only a few scattered shops still have dim lights on, as if they are breathing stubbornly in the damp and cold darkness. Chen Xu shrank his neck and buried half of his face in his upturned collar. Rain dripped down the ends of his hair, making him shiver
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BUG Hunter: I Rely on Bugs to Save the World
The world is a program, the ghosts are system bugs, and Chen Xu - an unemployed game tester - is the only one who can see the code. On the last subway train, a female ghost couldn't count the number of people because her cache only had 25 data bits. After Chen Xu helped her "correct", she collapsed. It's not because I'm scared, it's because of a bug. From then on, Chen Xu awakened the [Logic Correction System]. Others rely on spells and magic weapons, but he relies on finding loopholes. Ghost in
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After the Flash Marriage, Mr. Qing Lengfang's Personality Collapsed
Fang Xiao has opened an antique restoration shop in the second-hand street for ten years. The people there are colder than the rice paper in his hands. For his ex Lin Qian, he restrained his pride and was willing to be a "tinker" who made money for her to go abroad. Unexpectedly, on the day Lin Qian returned to China, she held the powerful Zhao Tianheng on her arm and disliked him for smelling like sawdust: "Fang Xiao, with your small salary, you can't even afford my bag. We are not from the sam
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