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Devouring the Medical Immortal: I Was Pampered into a Devil by the Group in the Last Days
"This is a real-time picture from the third colony of Mars, 'Red Flame Port'," Lin Zhiwei pointed his finger at the projection, and the screen switched to a man wearing a white protective suit. His left arm was embroidered with a familiar snake staff logo, but there was a circle of flames around the snake staff. "Three days ago, a wave of resentful spirits suddenly broke out in Red Flame Port, and at the same time, more than 30 colonists showed symptoms of 'living zombies' - not the source of th
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Tampers and Secret Keepers
He had heard this story since he was a child. But in my memory, the place where the turtle taught the map was "on the banks of the Yellow River", not the "Forbidden City Imperial Garden" as the storyteller mentioned. Have the details changed? Or did I remember it wrong? He left the tea stall as if fleeing and returned to his small courtyard in the south of the city. The room is small but tidy. The only luxury is the family genealogy chart he drew himself on the wall, as well as a timeline of som
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Mirror Seal Twins
As soon as the henchman took the box, a heavy arrow penetrated his chest. The box flew away from my hand. The lean man's pupils shrank and he rushed to pick it up like crazy. The moment his fingertips touched the box, Li Gu's horse had already stepped in front of him. The sword flashed again. The man instinctively raised his knife to block, but with a loud "clang" sound, the fine-steel scimitar in his hand was chopped into pieces! The blade remained unabated and slashed diagonally from his right
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Martial Arts Craze
Lin Che's attention was indeed attracted. He leaned over and pointed at a valley on the map: "This is the Black Wind Valley, with cliffs on both sides and only one road in the middle. If we can lure Beidi's cavalry here, and use rolling stones and rockets..." He stopped suddenly in the middle of his words, and his fingers froze on the map. Fang Tian knew what he was thinking. Black Wind Valley is a dangerous area, easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it is also easy to be surrounded. Once
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Beiming Wenjuan
He bent down, tore off a piece of white cloth from the lining of his official robe, and wrote quickly with a charcoal pen under the rising moonlight outside the window. The tip of the pen scratched the coarse cloth, making a rustling sound. Every word penetrates the back of the cloth: Three miles west of Iron Gate Pass, Pinzi Huai, ambushed on the trail. Rocks fell at the southern pass of Heifeng Gorge. Zhao Kuoyin changed defense at the beginning and the east gate was on guard. In the west city
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Yonghui Dynasty
The ceremony lasted for two hours. Offering sacrifices to heaven, reporting to ancestors, receiving seals, issuing edicts... The complicated etiquette was layered on top of each other, as if to put a heavy shell on the new king. Li Chenghao cooperated throughout the whole process. He knelt when he needed to, bowed when he needed to, and recited the prayers when he needed to say them word for word. It was not until noon that the ceremony was completed. The officials dispersed, and the huge Yonghu
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Descendants of the Iron Throne
"It's done." Li Ming took off the magnifying glass and finally looked at Ah Qing, "If the road is closed, change the route. If there are more soldiers, go out less often. It's the seventh day that the Queen is seriously ill. It's strange that Chang'an is not in chaos." Ah Qing hesitated to speak and put the copper pipe on the workbench. Dozens of drawings are scattered on the table: a steam valve improvement diagram, a draft of Chang'an's underground pipeline distribution, and an unfinished "air
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The Ink Is Not Dry Yet, the Blood Has Been Drained
The thing didn't hit the mountain. Thousands of feet above the ground, it suddenly hovered. The flames quickly extinguished, revealing a smooth, cold ship body that was neither metal nor wood. It hangs there quietly, like a silent tombstone from the sky. A low humming sound sounded, not through the ears, but directly beating on every bone. Shen Wenyan saw ripples in the air like water waves, spreading from the bottom of the giant ship and passing over the battlefield. Miracles, or divine punishm
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Source: Crossroads of Civilizations
Guan Tianpei took the stage with his clothes on, and the morning breeze brought a chill. He followed the trembling hands of his own soldiers, and at that moment, this experienced veteran felt that the blood in his body suddenly went cold. The fog is gradually thinning under the sea breeze. The scene revealed behind the thin mist made all the soldiers on the fort, including Guan Tianpei, hold their breath. Six ships. No, seven ships. The iron-gray giant ship, like a wild beast crawling out of the
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