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I Will Be the Corpse King in the Last Days, and I Will Raise a Female Emperor by the Way.
Lu Yuan thought his life was completely over when he was bitten into a zombie just after traveling through time. Until he picked up a baby girl who was about to starve to death in the ruins. While others were busy running for their lives, he was busy looking for milk powder, changing diapers, and building an amusement park for his daughter. But no one knew that the little breast dumpling in his arms was actually the human empress who suppressed all races in her previous life.
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After Rebirth, I Became the Favorite Brother of the Group
When Fu Xing woke up, there was still a mouthful of blood in his throat. The fishy-sweet smell was so real that he could remember that it was something poured into his lungs after being stabbed through it. He wanted to move, but there was no bone in his body that didn't hurt, especially the hole in his chest, where the cold wind was pouring in. "Fuck." He cursed, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper. Then he heard a whistle.
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NPC Self-Will
Shen Zi was squeezing the pimples in front of the bronze mirror when he discovered the long letter on the top of his head. The pimple was on my chin, it was red and painful when pressed. He turned his face sideways, squinted his eyes, and squeezed hard with his fingers - poof, a small piece of white stuff came out. Just as he was feeling refreshed, he glanced upward and his whole body turned to stone. There was a line of words floating on the top of his forehead. It was translucent, with a fa
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Woman in Abyss
The van had been driving on this broken road for almost four hours, and Wu Mo's buttocks were so numb that he couldn't feel anything. The driver was a Burmese driver, who kept talking all the way, from Aung San Suu Kyi to the military, and from the military to the price of oil. His Burmese was mixed with broken Chinese, and Wu Mo couldn't help but make a guess. He leaned against the car window, his eyes half-closed, and he went through the information in his mind - the layout of the Wu family v
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