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Wilderness United: the Road to Survival Is Day or Night
After the disaster in the wilderness, Wu Yuxuan survived a "fatal mission", but was forced to take Xia Shixi to survive in the cold reality. Water, wounds, trust and lies are all approaching their limits. The two join forces at the expense of each other's shortcomings, walk through the valley most like hell, and learn how to live again through mutual redemption.
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I Planted Invincible Fairy Grass in the Wasteland
The autumn wind blew through the Qingyan Sect's martial arts performance ground. The wind carried a bleak smell, rolling up a few dry leaves, swirling on the bluestone, and finally stopped at the feet of Lu Qingya. He just stood there, like a withered grass that had been drained of all its moisture. The noise around him was buzzing, like a swarm of frightened bees, all swooping down on him. "Look, it's him. Lu Qingya." "The genius of our sect three years ago, now... Tsk tsk." "Waste Spiritual Ro
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God's Son-In-Law Is Hiding
At six o'clock in the evening, in the dining room of the Su family mansion, the light of the crystal chandelier shone on the mahogany dining table, reflecting a table of exquisite dishes. Every dish was delicious, delicious, and steaming, but there was an atmosphere above the table that was colder than the fog of late winter. When you breathe, you can't smell the aroma of the food, you can only feel an invisible pressure that makes it difficult to even chew. Silence. Deathly silence. Silence sat
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The Godly Son-In-Law: After Awakening, His Wife Knelt Down
"Wow--" A crisp and ear-piercing cracking sound cut through the dead afternoon air of the Su family villa. Shen Yue's heart suddenly sank to the bottom following that voice. He froze in place, still holding a wet rag in his hand. The cold cleaning liquid slipped down between his fingers and dripped on the smooth, mirror-like marble floor, leaving a small, messy water stain. In front of him was a blue and white porcelain vase that he had just accidentally knocked over. At this moment, it had beco
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My Reputation Is Like a God, I Was Stabbed in the Back by My Brother
The late autumn evening breeze carries a bit of coolness, rolling the sycamore leaves and brushing against the window sills of the old residential buildings, making a soft rustling sound. Huo Ci sat on the pony by the window, an unlit cigarette between his fingertips, and his eyes fell on the flow of people under the dim street lights downstairs. The wonton stall at the entrance of the alley was filled with steam, and the shouts of the owner and his wife floated up together with the sound of bic
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