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Master Yan Ling
At two o'clock in the morning, Ding Yecang's mobile phone screen suddenly lit up. Not WeChat, not push advertising. It was a text message from an "unknown number." The content is only one line: "@#%&*^$!!!" "What the hell..." Ding Yecang rubbed his sleepy eyes and threw his cell phone on the bedside, "In the middle of the night, spam text messages are so dedicated." The words just fell. "Bang——!" The incandescent light bulb overhead exploded without warning. The glass shards fell like hailstones
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Retreating to the Dragon Palace, My Daughter Rescues the Massacre on the Streets
The beef was as obedient as clay in my hands. I held the three-year-old kitchen knife in my right hand. With a flick of my wrist, the blade slid against the texture of the beef, and the sliced meat was so thin that it could transmit light. After three years of cutting, this feeling has long been engraved into the bones. You can clearly decompose a cow with your eyes closed. In the past, this knife was not used to cut beef. There was the sound of the stool legs scraping the floor behind me. Xia
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Six-Year-Old Sword Fairy Dad Counterattacks with His Baby
Pain. It hurts more than when he was chopped into ashes by a catastrophe in his previous life. I opened my eyes suddenly, and a bolt of lightning just passed through the window, and there was a boom, which made my head buzz. There was a white ceiling in front of him, with a small bed under his feet, and a dozen little kids lying around. Some were drooling, some were holding bear pillows, and there was a fat man who was sleeping soundly while chewing on the corner of the pillow. I was stunned. Wh
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At Ten O'clock Every Night, the Female CEO I Suck Turns into a Cat
While I was grooming the fat Persian cat, Sister Zhao's voice came from behind the counter like thunder. "Jiang Ci! You're spoiling it again!" The Persian cat yawned in my arms, its sleek fur combing all over the floor. I looked up and saw Sister Zhao with her hands on her hips, her saliva almost spraying into my face: "This little ancestor just scratched my set of imported white steel scissors last week, have you forgotten?" "Sister, look how much he enjoys it." I pointed to the cat in my arms
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Mother and Daughter in the Cold Palace: Defying Heaven and Invoking Heaven's Punishment by Changing Their Fate
Headache. It felt like someone had driven nails into my temples, or like someone had stuffed my whole head into boiling water and boiled it. I opened my eyes with difficulty, and what I saw was a patchwork of blackened beams. The air was filled with a damp, musty smell, mixed with the bitter smell of inferior herbs. I propped up my body and pressed my palms on the hard straw mat beneath me. The rough grass stems made my palms ache. Where is this? A memory that did not belong to me suddenly came
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My DNA Can Replicate the Wonders of the Universe
My head is about to explode. This is the most accurate feeling I can express. It is not an exaggeration or a metaphor. It was literal—I felt like my head was cracking open from the inside, like someone had inserted a heated grenade into my skull. The time was two forty-seven in the morning, and the location was the second floor of the school's genetic engineering laboratory. In front of me was the data from the eighteenth failed electrotransfection experiment, and the dense curves on the screen
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The World Is Awakening, but I Am the Only One Hiding Two Systems
On the playground, everyone is shining. I squatted at the back of the crowd, watching the colorful lights coming out of the students in front of me, and I only had one thought in my mind: It's over. I have read about the revival of spiritual energy countless times in novels. The protagonist will either awaken the strongest superpower or awaken his hidden bloodline. In short, he will definitely change his destiny. But the reality is that I stood there waiting for five minutes and there was no mov
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