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The Marshal Has Turned Dark!
[Their identities have been exposed. See chapters 97–98.] [The misunderstanding has been cleared up and they are back together. See chapters 110–111.] The day Alongjia died, the world cheered. This marshal, infamous for his brutality, was executed in a distant frontier star system on the new emperor’s orders. His charges were “treason”: rebellion, allowing the beast tide to run rampant, and destroying East Pole Star. Alongjia was burned alive on a pyre amid the ruins of East Pole Star. Twenty
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Long Aotian Pouted at the Starting Point
After traveling through time, Ji Haoyue received a golden finger: [Appraisal]. He can identify all things. [Appraisal] The big rooster in front of the door shows: "Five-color chicken with golden feathers, a trace of the blood of the great demon." [Appraisal] The broken piece of iron he dug out from under the house showed: "Fragments of Emperor Zhenwu's divine sword during the prehistoric years." [Appraisal] His dilapidated house with half of the tiles falling off showed: "The Eye of the Zhux
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As an Astrophobe, I Take the World to the Stars
Astrophobia: refers to an abnormal fear of celestial bodies such as the starry sky, the sun, and the moon. When looking up at the stars, have you ever wondered why humans have this kind of fear? What is there among those huge celestial bodies in the depths of space? Ye Shaoqing, a dog from the University of Astrophysics, traveled to an unknown number of thousands of years in the future. When I woke up, the planet had changed, and the civilization had also changed: annihilation weapons, high-dim
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The Small Window Welcomes the Yellow Plum Rain Again
"Brother," I raised my glass leisurely in the room full of well-dressed and powerful people, "You are here to kill me." The door was blown open by the violent storm. Lightning cast a swordsman's shadow long on the ground. Iron sword. Thin. Tired eyes. Shape pin bone upright. Wearing soaked rags. I slowly stood up from the heads of those "big men" who looked like pigs and dogs. For the first time in years, my dark lion wasn't just lying there, scaring people to breathe. "I heard that you swor
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Wanling Snow
Short stories written in the past - What I hate most in my life is when someone steps on my head. Therefore, I want to be number one... Number one in the world. Come back and look back. It's just that we have failed to live up to the past, with a small lake, a small house and a boat, watching the peach blossoms together. Intention: The road is full of snow.
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