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Qi Gathering Technique
Damn it, isn't I dead? The last scene is still very clear in my memory - a truck running a red light, the screeching brakes, and then the feeling of flying out. That feeling, tsk, I don't want to experience it again in this life. No, he is already dead, where did this life come from?
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God-Level Uncle: My Love Can Be Withdrawn
A shrill female voice broke the pretense of tranquility. The speaker was his mother-in-law, Zhang Lan. She was wearing a silk nightgown, and her well-maintained face was full of disdain at the moment, as if looking at Lin Chen more than once was polluting her eyes. "Our Su family has been unlucky for eight lifetimes before we got a son-in-law like you! Three years! It's been three years! You are so lazy that you don't do anything to give birth. You stay at home like a parasite, eating and drinki
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Dad's Daily Skills Become a God
Chen Yan had just collected the final payment for the last project and collapsed on the sofa, thinking that he could finally rest for two days. Recently, I took on the job of editing a commercial film. Party A made eight revisions and almost vomited him. That's the bad thing about freelancing. You've made money, but your life is almost gone. He rubbed his sore temples and looked at his phone. It was three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly outside, and the air conditioner in
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The Start Is Bound to the E-Sports God-Level System
Wei Xue raised her head and glanced calmly at the gloating expressions of her colleagues around her. Someone was whispering: "Finally gotta get out." He said nothing, just saved the document, turned off the computer, and stood up. The office chair's pulleys squeaked on the floor. Wang Cong's office is on the third floor, the most luxuriously decorated place in the entire club. When Wei Xue walked in, she smelled a strong smell of cologne, mixed with the smell of burnt cigars, which made people w
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Binding Spirits as a Warning: Dayin's Strange Records
Pain. The violent vibration woke Su Li out of chaos, and there was a blunt and heavy impact on the back of her head, as if her whole body was being beaten repeatedly in a sack. No, not a sack. It feels harder and rougher to the touch, with the unique musty smell of rotten wood mixed with earth. The air was so thin that it felt like it had been drained out, and every breath felt like swallowing sandpaper, burning and painful. Her eyes shot open. Absolute darkness. The rich, bloody scent of sandal
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Xuanshu Jing
I stared at the string of numbers in mobile banking and felt the air thicken. 356 Yuan and 7 cents. The rent is still 4,000 yuan short, Huabei is due next Monday, and there are only three eggs and half a bottle of Lao Ganma left in the refrigerator. The most terrible thing is that my dad just sent a WeChat message - the son of Lao Wang next door won some kind of "Young Antique Appraiser Gold Award" this year. I didn't dare to reply. Three days ago, I was sitting in the backstage of the "Yayunge"
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Build an Industrial Empire
When I woke up, the bitter taste of opium was still in my mouth. It was not smoked by me, but by the original owner. The previous owner of this body, Prince Gong Zaihong, soaked himself in pipes and wine jars and smoked himself to death within three months after the signing of the Treaty of Shimonoseki. Then I came, taking with me all the memories of the 996 social beasts in my previous life, and became the youngest prince in this precarious Qing Dynasty. My fingers are still trembling. I don't
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