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Leng Shao's Comprehensive Comic House Fighting System
The glazed tiles of the Imperial Garden shone with a dazzling light under the noon sun. Leng Bing'er stepped on cloud-patterned soap boots, and the soles of her boots ran over the purslane sprouting from the cracks in the blue bricks. She mentally scolded the emperor who had "waited for me for a long time" three and a half times.
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Cuju World: Pretending to Be a Football King
The hot sun in the dog days of summer was like a fire, burning the bluestones on Zhuque Street. Even the old locust trees at the base of the Imperial City were wilting and their leaves were rolled up like crumpled waste paper. The training ground of the Royal Cuju Team is exposed in this heat wave
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120 Days of Dimension Collapse
The main control hall of the Beijing Aerospace Flight Control Center was shrouded in the unique silence of late at night. On the huge curved screen, the trajectories of more than a dozen satellites were intertwined into a quiet star map, with data streams scrolling silently at the edges. Zhao Zhigang rubbed his sore eyes and drank the last bit of strong tea from the thermos cup down his throat. As the deputy director on duty, he has long been accustomed to this kind of silent night with the star
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Ling Ming Investigation File
At midnight, the Forbidden City faded away from the hustle and bustle of the day and sank into a lifeless ink. There were only a few dim street lamps, blurring the halo of light in the damp and cold night fog, barely outlining the outline of the cornices and brackets. Lao Zhou wrapped his old cotton coat tightly and swept the beam of flashlight across the empty square, routinely inspecting the stone beasts that had stood silently for hundreds of years. He is the night watchman here and has been
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War Spirit Hegemony
At the last moment when the feeling of weightlessness swallowed his consciousness, Li Bing only remembered that he violently pushed away his comrades who were rushing towards the booby trap. The sound of the howling wind and the roar of the rushing water at the bottom of the cliff were heard in my ears. My back hit the rugged rocks hard, and the pain exploded like an electric current, followed by boundless darkness.
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Tiger Roaring Jin Ge Lu
The winter of the third year in Cheng'an was extremely harsh. Outside the city of Zhongdu, the shuo wind whipped up the snow foam and slapped it on the face, like fine ice needles. Huang Hu reined in the restless black horse under his crotch, and the pale light reflected from the icy lake made him squint his eyes. On his sixteenth birthday, his father allowed him to take his personal guards out of the city for a hunting trip. This was an honor only reserved for the young commander of the Norther
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Supernatural Panel: I Work as a Ghost Hunter in the Warlord's Territory
The morning mist was like water mixed with sand, too thick to dissolve. It stuck to Xu Liao's jacket and penetrated into the cracks of his bones. When he walked out on the broken bricks on the ground, his soles ran over a broken steel bar, making a harsh squeaking sound.
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