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The End of the World: I Was Wall-Dumped by the Yandere Zombie Queen at the Beginning [The end of the world + slightly yandere + 1v1 + the heroine is invincible + double cleansing] When the doomsday comes and the world becomes a zombie hell, I, a little anchor, hide at home and tremble. When I ran out of food, I had to take a risk and sneak into the next door to survive, but I ran into a zombie neighbor with long black hair! What's even more outrageous is that after drinking my blood, she regained consciousness and became the [Zombie King] who controls millions of zombies! My blo 25.4kReads8.0Score3.9kShelves
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Is It Too Paranoid to Turn the Male Protagonist into a Black Man? a Kiss Will Make You Honest
[Book-wearing + Paranoid Yandere + Death Escape Failed + Group Pet Junior Sister + Sweet Pet Redemption + System] Su Wan became the most senior member of the Lingxiao Sect, but she was facing a fatal crisis! Shen Shen, the useless male protagonist with his spiritual roots destroyed and autistic and paranoid, must be saved, otherwise he will never be able to return to Earth! Shen Shen has a withdrawn personality and is full of thorns. Su Wan relied on his master's favor to force the whole sect to
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After the Female Ghost Cat Girl Angered Her Owner, She Worked to Pay Off Her Debts
After the female ghost cat girl angered her owner, she worked to pay off her debts
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Jinse Zhaohualu
There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years. I was sitting in the embroidery pavilion in the west wing of Shen's mansion, and my fingertips touched the dowry brocade. The body of the harp is made of fine red sandalwood, and the strings are made of ice silk, which is cool to the touch. Outside the window is the rain of late spring in March, pattering down, beating the begonias all over the garden to pieces. My mother came and cried yeste
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Jiao Fang Cuisine Record
The wind in Yongxiang is the one in the palace who knows how to adapt to the wind. In the summer, it muffled, covering every crack in the mottled palace wall; in autumn, it changed its face, sobbing along the long and narrow lanes, rolling up the yellow leaves on the ground, and taking away the last bit of warmth. The wind was restrained when it passed through the embroidered houses of Zhumen, but when it came to my abandoned courtyard in the corner of the cold palace, it became unscrupulous an
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Thunder Sweeps Away Gangsters
The rain, like broken beads, hit the concrete floor of Yuncheng hard. I stood at the entrance of the old alley, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar sights in front of me, and my heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible hand. Five years. The sand, gunpowder smoke, and blood soaked in the shirt from the north seemed to still stick to his skin. But the road home in front of me was damp, dark, and filled with an old musty smell. Xiao Bei, probably no one in Yuncheng remembers this name. They
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Who Knows, Mr. Qiao Is No Longer Aloof?
"The assistant who is beautiful on the outside and soft on the inside and loves to cry, and the overbearing CEO with an icy face who is fiery and paranoid on the inside." "The Wife Chasing Crematorium is clean and tidy, but I don't know who I will choose in the end." Yu Chu's attitude towards his ex was that we should never interact with each other until death. She would naturally grow old, and the other party would have no place to bury her. After three years abroad, Yu Chu was called back to
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Dimensionality Reduction Strike System God Gazes at Me
"Shen Moyan is on the third level of the foundation stage. His ranking in this year's spiritual power test is: at the bottom." The spiritual light on the test stone tablet was as bright as a firefly in a latrine, flickering on and off, lingering for a while. The laughter around me was like knives scraping against bones. I had long been accustomed to this sound, but I still clenched my fists unconsciously and dug my nails into my palms. "Tsk tsk, it's been three years, and you've climbed from t
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