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My Props Are Always Trying to Kill Me
The light bulbs in the rental house flickered on and off, which was exactly the same as He Xing's mood at the moment - aggrieved, extremely aggrieved! He collapsed on the creaking wooden bed, staring at the crumbling cobwebs on the ceiling, chewing the last packet of instant noodles in his mouth, and the clicking sound was particularly harsh in the silent room. There is no boiling water, no money to buy, and even tomorrow's rent has not been paid. This is the thirtieth day after He Xing was laid
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The Collapse of the Teacher's Way: After I Exchanged with Master Yan
In the Xuanmen Qingxiao Sect, the sun in Lianjianping in the back mountain made people's scalp numb. Even the spiritual grass beside the road was wilting and its leaves were drooping, and it was impossible to lift up the energy at all. Zhou Yubai squatted under the old pine tree in the corner of Jianping, with his legs crossed, holding half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake he had just sneaked from the dining hall in his hand, sipping it in small sips, and glancing towards the center of Ji
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Youhuangce
The lingering warmth of the enthronement ceremony has not yet dissipated, and the night of Jiuhuan Realm is slowly spreading like silk soaked in ink. The glazed tiles of Zichen Palace shimmered coldly under the moonlight, and the gilt wind chimes hanging on the corners of the eaves were occasionally blown by the evening breeze, making a few crisp sounds, but were quickly swallowed up by the silence deep in the palace. Li Qianyou stepped on the cold glass of the palace roof with her bare feet, an
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