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A Son-In-Law of Three Years, I Owe the System Invincibility
"Bang——!" Shards of glass exploded in my ears, and warm liquid trickled down my neck. I was stunned for a moment and looked down to see blood red on my chest. The bullet passed through the third rib on the left side, and blood poured out like free tap water. At the window of the office building opposite, a sniper was closing his gun. Damn, it's not even that outrageous in a movie. I fell on the ground full of glass shards and wanted to shout for help, but all I spat out was blood. Jiang Shutong
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Acupuncture Connects Yin and Yang, and the Rich Are Actually Zombies
As soon as the silver needle in my hand penetrated the old man's Fengchi point, I saw a female ghost standing behind him. The woman was wearing a floral skirt, her face was covered in blood, her eyes were staring at me, and her lips were opening and closing. I couldn't hear the voice, but I understood the mouth shape - she was saying "help me." When my hand shook, the needle almost stuck. I quickly stabilized my wrist, took a deep breath, and told myself it was an illusion. My grandfather told m
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My Refrigerator Is Connected to the Weird Universe
At 2:17 in the morning, I stared at the carrot in the refrigerator, suspecting that I was starving and hallucinating. Here's the thing. I, Zhang Yanzhi, am 28 years old, a game planning intern, with a monthly salary of 4,000, and a rent of 2,500. The remaining money is just enough to eat two meals of instant noodles a day. I worked overtime until 11 o'clock tonight. I didn't even bother to make instant noodles when I got home. I fell on the bed and slept for three hours, and then I was woken up
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Dream Silversmith
The dust from the flea market was so choking that Aokan coughed. He was just passing by, but he stumbled over the broken scroll in the corner. The painting scroll rolled out, and half of the faded silk cloth was spread out on the ground - it was a landscape, the ink was so pale that it was almost invisible, only a little silver light on the mountainside was still faintly shining. "Fifty." The stall owner didn't even raise his head. "This is all rotten." Ao Kanyin squatted down. "Do you want love
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Mo Dharma Words Spirit
The iron gate of the outpost clanged shut behind him. Gongye Huocang exhaled a breath of white air and rubbed his frozen hands. The night wind in the wasteland is like a knife, making people's faces hurt. He carried an old rifle on his shoulder, and his boots crunched on the icy gravel. I have been walking the patrol route for three years, and I can understand every corner with my eyes closed. But tonight is different. Just in the shadow of the third watchtower, the thing appeared. At first he t
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The Ceo's Cub Is a Little Leopard.
The crystal chandelier in the banquet hall was so bright that it hurt my eyes. I held a champagne glass and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, listening to the false and condescending compliments behind me. This kind of situation in the financial circle is nothing more than a group of old foxes testing each other's bottom line to see if they can tear off a piece of flesh from each other. The phone in my pocket vibrated three times. This frequency is Lu Huaijin's encrypted line. Unles
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The End of the World: Reincarnation Sword Master
Gong Xiyi knelt on the frozen roof, blood oozing from all his orifices. He had just forcibly activated the ninth level of the "Burning Sky Sword Technique" - it was a forbidden technique that was strictly prohibited from being practiced by the ancestors of the past dynasties. But there was no way, the global glaciers came down without warning, and the whole city froze into ice sculptures in three breaths. He was the only sword cultivator in the city, so he had to do something. The result is what
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My Power Is to Make Others Addicted
The fluorescent lights on the ceiling were dazzling in front of my eyes, and my ears were filled with noisy shouts, the sound of breaking glass, and waves of low energy buzzing. I was lying on the bed in the dormitory, as if my head had been stuffed into a drum washing machine. "Shen Qingci! Why the hell are you still lying down? The awakening ceremony is over!" Roommate Wang Zhihong's voice came from outside the door, full of excitement, "Come out and take a look! I have awakened the B-level en
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