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Whisperer of All Things
As soon as Bai Mingmang's fingers touched the star map, his whole body seemed to be sucked into a whirlpool. When I opened my eyes again, there were three blood-red moons above my head. "Fuck." He pushed himself up and sat up, with the cold black rock beneath him. The air smelled of rust and rotten leaves—different from any tomb he had ever visited. There was a sudden buzzing in my ears. Not tinnitus. It was some kind of... Whisper. Like a blade scraping across a bone, and like an arrow screamin
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God-Level Praise: Your Majesty, I'll Give You Five Stars.
Asphyxia. In the darkness, Lin Wan's only feeling was suffocation. The cold earth poured into her mouth and nose, carrying the rotten smell of death. My lungs seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand. I was struggling desperately, but I couldn't suck in any air. She is going to die. Buried alive. Just when her consciousness was about to sink into the abyss, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice boomed in her mind. Bite! The vital signs of the qualified host are extremely weak...] [The god-level
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Double Life: the Emperor Is Not a Good Man
The burning sensation in my throat made me snap my eyes open. Pain. The familiar, soul-trembling pain spread from his internal organs to his limbs. This was the feeling when someone drank poisoned wine in the previous life. The cup of wine mixed with crane top red slid down the throat, sweet and fishy, and finally burned the person into a cold corpse. I moved my fingers and what I touched was not the cold green bricks of the cold palace, but silk. Bright red silk. Hijab. Am I alive? In other w
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Rebirth Depends on Intimacy, and the Barrage Fills the Screen
When the chill rushed in from my back, I opened my eyes suddenly. What comes into view are the familiar green gauze curtains, the carved pear wood bedside, and the sachet on the bedside that I embroidered by myself - the embroidery was so poor that even the stitches were crooked, but the original owner kept it as a treasure for three years. I was stunned for three seconds, then lifted the quilt and sat up. This is not the last dry well I saw before I died in my previous life. This is my boudoir
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Martial God Simulator: I Use Tai Chi to Conquer the Heavens
The wind in Longhu Mountain has been blowing for three years and finally stopped. I pushed open the three-meter-high bronze door of the Dragon King Palace. The hissing sound it made when the door shaft turned was like a sleeping giant grinding its teeth. The phone vibrated wildly in his pocket, and the moment the signal was restored, ninety-nine unread messages crashed into the screen. They were all sent from the martial arts school. "Jiang Chen, where are you? The demolition team is here!" "Thr
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Forensic Doctor's Daughter: Your Majesty, This Corpse Can Talk.
Dark. Suffocating darkness. The air was filled with the smell of decaying wood, mixed with the faint smell of incense ash. Where is this? Su Wan's consciousness was like a stone sinking into the deep sea, suddenly pulled back by a force. She remembered that she was still in the autopsy room, having stayed up for three days and three nights on a difficult case. The last thing I saw was the dazzling cold light when the scalpel slipped. Why does it smell like a coffin? She tried moving her fingers,
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