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Lu Mingming: When the Wind Is Still Sleeping, I Will Breathe for You
In the sports school warehouse late at night, the iron door creaked, as if it had been pushed open by the wind, or like an old dream being gently pushed aside by someone. Lu Mingming squatted in the corner, his fingertips brushing against a dusty cardboard box. The dust floated like fine snow in the moonlight. He didn't turn on the light, and only used the dim light seeping in from the window to lift up the yellowed kraft paper layer by layer. Stacked in cardboard boxes are training logs, broken
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I Am Immortal in the Game
The setting sun made the iron roof of the express station very hot. Lin Hao wiped his sweat and stuffed the last box of fresh food into the tricycle. The tires were so flat that it felt like pulling a plow through sand. "Is it your mother's waist plaster again?" Security guard Zhang poked his head out of the pavilion and dropped his cigarette ashes on the registration book. Lin Hao didn't answer, his knuckles turning white on the handlebars. The phone in my trouser pocket vibrated, and the scree
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The Stand-In for the Top Student Is Actually the Younger Brother of the School Boy
Lin Zhixia dragged his suitcase and stood in front of the bronze gate of Yunlan High School. The morning light slanted across his eyebrows, illuminating the temporary nameplate - "Brother Shen Yanzhou." He didn't move or speak, he just lowered his eyes and let the crowd at the school gate pass by him. Some people peeked, some whispered, and some held up their mobile phones to record videos secretly. He heard someone whisper: "Real or fake? The missing young son of the Shen family? He looks exact
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When the Poor Vampire Awakens
The night in the black iron mine is heavier than death. The broken part of Lin Jin's right leg had already festered, and the bone stubble pierced the flesh and dragged on the ground, leaving a dark red and sticky trail. He climbed over gravel, climbed over corpses, and climbed over the third mine slave that the overseer had just whipped to death last night - the corpse still had its eyes open and a smile on its lips, as if it was finally free. A bowl of rotten porridge, half of the bowl is moldy
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After Making the Holy Maiden Cry, I Am Invincible in the Sutra Pavilion
When a drop of cold water hit Ji Yuan's forehead accurately, he was holding a gold-covered book "How to Lie Elegantly for Hundreds of Years" and dreaming about ascending to immortality. In the dream, he was stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, hugging him from left to right, and was about to give an acceptance speech when he was woken up by a bucket of cold water. "Grass." Ji Yuan wiped his face, opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the thin water line on the roof, and then looked at the dry bis
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