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I Was Born in the Daughter Country, and the Holy Monk Gave up Traveling to the West for Me
"They said he wanted to take the scriptures to save the world, but they didn't know that the scriptures were locks and the golden body was a prisoner." This is not the Journey to the West you know. Five hundred years ago, the Upheaval in Heaven was just a show. Five hundred years later, the way to obtain scriptures is an assembly line - monsters are rented, disasters are arranged, and the scriptures are the source code that controls the three realms. Until Sun Wukong saw the truth in the severe
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I Became Friends with Colonel Mojin
From Baoding to Shanxi, from antique shops to ancient tombs, we worked hand in hand to break through the tunnels filled with corpses and insects, decipher the mechanism of the moonlight door, see the gold-dividing caves for gold, two-finger caving for hair mounds, and find the method of moving mountains to repel insects and the method of removing mountains and looking for energy. The secrets of the four sects and eight hundred years of grievances are all gathered in a Song tomb. However, just wh
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I Served as a Military Advisor in Water Margin and Established the New Song Dynasty
Li Zixuan, a modern strategic analyst, died suddenly after staying up late and railing against the recruitment tragedy in "Water Margin". When he opened his eyes, he found that he had traveled through time and become a new military advisor in Liangshan - a character that did not exist in the original work. At this time, during the Xuanhe period, Liangshan had just defeated Gao Qiu's tenth army. Song Jiang kowtowed to apologize and let the tiger return to the mountain. One hundred and eight gener
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Star Fisher
My name is Mu Xinghe, the lowest-ranking horse-breeding boy in the Royal Horse Prison of Heaven. Every day's work is to feed the horses, clean up the manure, and be scolded by the boss. My only thought was to steal two fishing poles by the Tianhe River while the horses were drinking - baits made of broken bamboo poles, horse tail lines and fermented grass. Until the Emperor of Heaven held a fishing competition, I was pushed out to make up the numbers. More than a hundred gods, magical fishing
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