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Air Crash Survivor, Desert Island Survival Diary
(Wilderness + Survival + Island) Dead, dead. Bad news, plane crash; good news, seems to be unscathed. The bad news is that the search and rescue team didn't come for a long time; the good news is that the living conditions are not bad.
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I'm Practicing Medicine Illegally, so What?
Who would be so wicked as to let others go to the cemetery to pick up 7,749 grains of rice in the middle of the night? Wait, it looks like years of heart disease are getting better? So, this guy is really a miracle doctor?
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Wait for Me to Offer Another Sacrifice
[Encountered a wild beast in the gladiatorial arena, its power is terrifying and as strong as a monster, you can't defeat it even if you try your best! Audience: "Although he is an ancient Chinese aristocrat, he is just an ordinary person. How can he compete with the wild beast?" "If I buy the wild beast today and win, won't I make a sure profit without losing any money?" The male protagonist smiled slightly: "Isn't that all I have to do to sacrifice?" He said, grabbing the wild beast and offeri
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Zhu Youjian, Get Out of Here and Let Me Come to Your Ancestors.
"Oh my god, it's a fake corpse!" "Hurry up and help me down." "But, Your Majesty, aren't you here to die for your country?" "I am the great ancestor who died in your mother's country!"
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Dressed as Sun Chuanting, Slapped Chongzhen in the Face
"This time we will exterminate the intruders. How many troops are needed?" "5,000 Is enough." Chongzhen burst out laughing when he heard this number. But he never dreamed of it. In front of him, Sun Chuanting, who had been imprisoned for three years, slapped him so hard that stars appeared in his eyes. The eunuch on the side was frightened to death. "The only thing left is to supplement it with these two slaps from Your Majesty."
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Girl, Let Go of My Body
It's always on the edge, never over the line. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I had traveled through time. Or a triangle crossing, what should I do with this? There is an eight or nine-year-old child living in my mature and beautiful body, but my soul has penetrated into the body of a vigorous young man. Difficult to do.
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