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Rule Flow: Late Night Rules and Monster Stories Investigation Bureau
[Conflict Bomb] In the hospital at three o'clock in the morning, Mo Zhiqiu received the 13th rule of death - "You can only take the blue pill when the nurse hands you the medicine", but all the capsules in the medicine tray are white. Footsteps were approaching in the corridor, and he had to find the real blue pill within 30 seconds, or become the fourth corpse to be "discharged" tonight. [Suggested Ability] Everyone thought that Mo Zhiqiu was waiting for death, but they didn't know that he coul
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E-Sports Streaming: from Internet Addicted Teenager to Champion
The day Gu Zhao was pinned to the shame list of "the best jungler of the year" by the entire network, he actually had a God's perspective delayed by 0.03 Seconds—— That's a disease called time perception disorder. In the eyes of others, his reactions are always slow. Only he knows that this is a side effect of the battlefield information being displayed in front of his eyes. When the three wild kings of the national server formed a team to snipe, and the whole platform was waiting to see him ret
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Imperial Examination Stream: the Number One Scholar Comes from a Humble Family
Song You traveled through time and became a student from a poor family. When he opened his eyes, he was smashed by an inkstone by a master of his family: "A merchant and a bastard, do you deserve to study?" The family's property was occupied, his mother was seriously ill and had no money for medical treatment, and the county examination quota was replaced by the powerful children - in this world, poverty is the original sin. But he had in his mind the real questions of the imperial examinations
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Rules Flow: Funeral Parlor at Three O'clock in the Morning 3
At three o'clock in the morning, the morgue in the funeral home opened automatically, and I became the only one chosen. On my first night of employment, I encountered a series of fake corpses. The third rule of the morgue clearly stated - "Don't look back when you hear footsteps behind you." But not only did I turn around, I also pushed the fake corpse back into the cabinet in front of the administrator. A line of blood words appeared on my palm: The traces of rules have awakened. From tonight o
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