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Data Kiss: Feng Dixiu's Betrayal Code
In 2187, the rainy season in New Sakura City came more lingeringly than in previous years. The sticky moisture envelops the broken neon light, blurring out ambiguous light spots on the rusted pipes in the abandoned industrial area, like tears that this city can never wipe clean. Feng Dixiu leaned against a load-bearing pillar half a man thick. The low-quality cigarette held between his fingertips burned to the end. It was so hot that his fingertips were numb before he suddenly came to his senses
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Reputation Slam Dunk: I Am Cultivating My Faith in the Future Campus
The New Shanghai City in 2077 is always shrouded in a light blue haze, which is the wake left by the high-altitude suspended rail train passing through the atmosphere, mixed with the neon of the holographic billboards on the ground, dyeing the glass windows of No. 3 High School like a canvas that has been repeatedly colored. Lu Xu leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the training hall, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the calluses on his palms - the hard shells worn out by ten years
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Adorable Baby Simulator to Become a Father in the Future
Xu Liao squatted behind the broken wall of the mecha cemetery, scraping the energy crystals on the old engine with a shiny alloy piece. His fingertips were cut open, and blood drops dripped on the hot metal, instantly evaporating into a plume of white smoke. "Fuck, another fucking piece is missing." He cursed in a low voice and stuffed the half gram of crystals he scraped off into a close-fitting cloth bag. This thing is the hard currency of Ashes City. Half a gram is enough for him to exchange
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The King of Hoarding in the Apocalypse: My Space Can Be Upgraded
The smell of gunpowder smoke hadn't dissipated yet, mixed with the moist earthy smell after the rain, and entered Xie Bianyun's nose. He leaned against the broken brick wall of the watchtower in the central shelter. The wound on his left leg was still aching faintly - it was opened by the gatekeeper with space debris before he died. The edge of the wound was glowing with an abnormal lavender color, as if it had been eroded by some kind of energy. The wind wrapped with broken raindrops hit his fa
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After Rebirth, I Will Be a Historian in the Future
"Mr. Mo, don't be nervous, I'm not an enemy." A clear female voice sounded, with the characteristic cheerfulness of northerners, "I'm here to deliver something to Mr. Cheng, about the 'Frozen History Book'." Cheng Hao's hand holding the tea bowl paused, and he stood up gropingly. Ah He quickly held his arm and whispered: "Sir, be careful, this woman's origins are unknown." "It's okay." Cheng Hao patted the back of her hand and walked towards the source of the sound, "Since the girl knows about
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