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Mortal Flying to the Sky Record
The heavy rain poured down like the Milky Way, hitting the dark Broken Dragon Cliff. Lin Mo was carrying the ancestral medicine basket on his back, and his skinny fingers dug into the slippery rock crevices, causing his nails to crack and ooze blood. He only exchanged half a bag of brown rice for picking a ten-year-old "bloodline vine". The screams of monks fighting suddenly came from overhead, and a blood-stained figure fell into the deep stream wrapped in blue light. The dying monk stuffed hal
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I Rely on Physics to Cultivate Immortality, Beat the Heroine and Lick Her Dog
I dressed up as the cannon fodder heroine in a cultivation novel, and after awakening, I escaped from the Hunyuan Sect where the heroine lived overnight. When he turned around and joined the Xuantian Sect, he discovered that the five talented and stunning senior brothers were all subordinates of the original heroine Su Yuelian. I thought it was a dead end, but I was accidentally bound to the "Anti-Routine Cultivation System". The senior brother was poisoned and was on the verge of death: "Only S
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Ups and Downs in the Sea of Embers: Flowers of the Shen Family's Evil Sea
Starting from Su Wan's "luck" of being adopted by the Shen family at the age of eight, it depicts her twisted mentality developed under Shen Xiujin's doting, to her reunion with her biological mother Liu Yuniang, who joined forces to scheme against the Shen family, to her obsession with Shen Yuheng, and her unscrupulous rise to power. The focus is to show how she plays a good hand of cards to pieces, how beauty and stupidity, greed and viciousness intertwine, dragging her into an abyss of eterna
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The Sword Breaks the Sky
When celebrities in the world were comparing the length of the white crane's tail feathers, Xu Xiao rode an old bald donkey into the tasting meeting. There were two long, inconspicuous knives hanging on his waist, and they cut off the white beard of the first master's true energy that he had carefully cultivated for thirty years. The white-haired old man at the bottom of the lake was gnawing on the remains of the dragon fish and suddenly opened his eyes; the sword box that the toothless old serv
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