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Comprehensive Comic: the Dimension Travel Diary of the Modern Meme King
At half past eleven in the night, Lin Chuan rubbed the sore back of his neck. The desk lamp cast a warm yellow halo on the table, making the "Dark Sasuke" figurine's Six Magatama Sharingan glow coldly. His fingertips holding the carving knife were stained with resin chips, and three empty coffee cups were piled on the edge of the workbench. This was the third time this week that he had to work all night. The limited edition requested by the customer must be completed before tomorrow's exhibition
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The Daily Life of a Silkworm Girl and a Rough Guy
Su Wanzhao's hand touched the bottom of the rice vat for the third time, and only a few grains of rice residue were rubbed on her fingertips. "Wingzhao, water." Lin's voice was like a broken bellows. She was curled up on the straw mat, her lips chapped and bleeding. Su Wanzhao broke the last half of the wild vegetable cake into pieces, mixed it with cold water and fed it into her mother's mouth. "Mom, if you bear with me a little longer, Aunt Zhao said there is a way to survive in the neighborin
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Begin by Enlightening the Chaos Stone
The stone walls of Zizhiya Mine were seeping with moisture. Su Chen clutched the rusty hammer, and the muscles in his arms were stretched like iron wires. Every time he swung the hammer, the old wound on his back ached hotly - it was whipped by Zhao Guang yesterday with a black iron whip, just because he spoke justice for the old miner who had been robbed of his spiritual rice. "Brother Chen, take a rest." Atie's voice came from the left. This sturdy man who was half a head taller than him delib
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I Opened an Embroidery Workshop and Made the Hou Family Jealous
In the middle of the night, the candlelight flickered. In the "Wanzhao Embroidery Workshop", Su Wanzhao was wearing plain clothes, and her hair was casually pulled up with a wooden hairpin. This way of dressing up made her look particularly fresh and refined. The silver needle in her hand was flying up and down, and she was embroidering the last bit of moonlight-like pattern on a brocade called "Moonlight Peony". This embroidery will be sent to Li's wife's house in the south of the city tomorrow
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I Rely on Antique Store Old Goods to Kill Randomly
The sandalwood counter of Zhaoguzhai was covered with a thin layer of dust. Gu Zhao squatted on the ground, dipped some olive oil on his fingertips, and was slowly wiping it along the lines of the bronze sword. The sword body is rusty, and some cloud and thunder patterns can be faintly seen on the sword's spine. It was a "leak" that my grandfather bought from Panjiayuan before he died. He always said that this sword "killed evil spirits and brought vitality." "Old guy, you have to fight for your
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Unlimited Check-Ins Starting from City God
The raindrops were like broken copper coins, hitting the eaves of the ruined temple with blue tiles, breaking into turbid water beads. Lin Zhao woke up from the cold, with the back of his head pressed against the bluestone, and the damp musty smell mixed with the fishy smell of rain entered his nose. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was a clay statue with half of its face missing - a straw skeleton was exposed where the red paint peeled off, and half of the unburned yellow paper was
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Comprehensive Comic: You Can Become Stronger by Absorbing the Villain's Emotions
At eleven o'clock in the night, the clear closing bell broke the tranquility of the Municipal Museum of History, echoing endlessly under the empty dome. The last tourists have already left, and the metal rolling shutter door slowly lowers, cutting off the hustle and bustle of the city outside the museum. On the third floor, in the "Ancient Civilization Relics Area", Lin Zhao was the only one left. His footsteps were the only sounds in the space. As the youngest cultural relics administrator in t
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I Solve Strange Cases with Family Affairs
The twilight was like spilled ink, making the Peach Blossom Village in the mountains blurry. Lin Zhao stepped on dead branches and rushed home. The hare in the basket was still flapping, but the back of his neck felt cold. Normally, at this time, his mother would call him at the door of the courtyard: "Zhao'er, there is wild mushroom soup simmering on the stove." "Auntie? Yang'er? Yue Yatou? "He yelled twice at the top of his lungs. The firewood door was ajar, and not even the chickens in the ya
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Zhenguo Treasure Appraiser
The sky in the capital city of Da Chu was as cloudy as a bluestone soaked in water. In the woodshed of Fushun Hou Mansion, Lin Zhao squatted on the haystack, rubbing the old scar on his arm with his fingertips. It was whipped by Zhao Hu, the evil slave of the Hou Mansion, last month because the copper basin he polished was not polished - but everyone knew that Zhao Hu looked at him with displeasure, as if he looked at the flesh on the chopping board. "Lin Zhao!" The door was kicked open with a "
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The Hilarious Daily Life of the God of War Security Guard
At 6:30 in the morning, the sycamore leaves in the Xingfuli community rustled in the morning breeze, and the electronic screen at the guard box showed 32°C. Ye Xiaoqiu stood in front of the mirror in the security room and tugged at the collar of his brand new uniform with his fingers - the navy blue fabric was so stiff that it hurt his neck, and the metal buckle on the epaulettes rubbed against his collarbone. He held up half a fried dough stick in his left hand, and the soy milk in his right ha
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National Luck Survival: 100X Damage at the Start
Binding to the national transportation system, Lin Xuang was thrown into the doomsday wasteland. Awakening at the beginning caused a hundred times the damage, while others were still struggling to survive, he had already begun to run rampant in the wasteland. While players from all over the world were struggling for resources, he was followed by a group of stunning beauties. "Holy Mother? What is that?" Lin Xuang sneered, and cut off the attacker's head with a knife. Until that day, the system s
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I Lead Players to Do Good Deeds and Promote Other Worlds
The wind of late spring carried the smell of scorched earth into his collar, and Lin Xuanqing staggered across a section of the scorched beam. In the ruins of Daci Temple behind him, the last few wisps of smoke were being torn away by the evening breeze, revealing the mottled word "Pu Du" on the broken wall - it was the plaque written by the Master with twenty years of hard work. It was now broken into three pieces, half of which was buried in the rubble, and half of which was hung on the tilted
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