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本尊修太古,分身修斗破
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In the early morning in the holy city of Gama, the fragrance of medicine filled the air. The market in Dongcheng has not yet opened. The doors of the shops on West Street were ajar. In the backyard of the Xiao family's mansion, the sound of fists was heard in the air - the children of the clan were practicing in the morning. But deep inside the mansion, under the old locust tree. A boy of five or six years old sat quietly, leaning against a thick tree trunk, looking up at the layers of locust leaves above his head. It seems that there is some secret hidden among those leaves that no one else can see. His name is Xiao Mingxuan. The eldest son and grandson of the Xiao family. The eldest son of the head of the family, Xiao Lin. At this age, other children in the clan are either sweating profusely on the martial arts field or chasing and playing in the backyard. But Xiao Mingxuan is different - he likes to be alone. Not the lonely kind of being left out. It's an almost instinctive silence. Like a pool of calm water, if you throw a stone into it, it will swing around a few times and then return to its original shape. "Master Mingxuan, it's time for breakfast." The old servant Fu Bo ran over from the front yard and stopped not far away. Xiao Mingxuan withdrew his gaze, stood up slowly, and patted the grass clippings on his robe. Take your time. "Got it, Uncle Fu." Not loud. But calm. Not the tone a six-year-old should have.
In the early morning in the holy city of Gama, the fragrance of medicine filled the air. The market in Dongcheng has not yet opened. The doors of the shops on West Street were ajar. In the backyard of the Xiao family's mansion, the sound of fists was heard in the air - the children of the clan were practicing in the morning. But deep inside the mansion, under the old locust tree. A boy of five or six years old sat quietly, leaning against a thick tree trunk, looking up at the layers of locust leaves above his head. It seems that there is some secret hidden among those leaves that no one else can see. His name is Xiao Mingxuan. The eldest son and grandson of the Xiao family. The eldest son of the head of the family, Xiao Lin. At this age, other children in the clan are either sweating profusely on the martial arts field or chasing and playing in the backyard. But Xiao Mingxuan is different - he likes to be alone. Not the lonely kind of being left out. It's an almost instinctive silence. Like a pool of calm water, if you throw a stone into it, it will swing around a few times and then return to its original shape. "Master Mingxuan, it's time for breakfast." The old servant Fu Bo ran over from the front yard and stopped not far away. Xiao Mingxuan withdrew his gaze, stood up slowly, and patted the grass clippings on his robe. Take your time. "Got it, Uncle Fu." Not loud. But calm. Not the tone a six-year-old should have.

吞噬星空:投资族人,万倍收获
Writerloosat
Travel through the devouring starry sky and awaken the investment rebate system. If you invest in the cultivation resources of your tribe, you can get a 10,000-fold rebate. The more you invest, the more you earn, and the snowball won't stop! Jin Hao said: This system is very suitable for me. While other time-travelers struggled to survive in disaster movies, he discussed return on investment at a family meeting. While other geniuses were desperately trying to grab the inheritance in the secret realm, he was calculating the rate of return on this investment. Clan breakthrough? Rebate! Tribesmen have made meritorious deeds? Rebate! Are all members of the tribe being treasured? The rebates are huge! When the geniuses in the entire universe are fighting for talent, background, and opportunity-- Jin Hao smiled. What he invested in was not stocks, but the rise of a family.
Travel through the devouring starry sky and awaken the investment rebate system. If you invest in the cultivation resources of your tribe, you can get a 10,000-fold rebate. The more you invest, the more you earn, and the snowball won't stop! Jin Hao said: This system is very suitable for me. While other time-travelers struggled to survive in disaster movies, he discussed return on investment at a family meeting. While other geniuses were desperately trying to grab the inheritance in the secret realm, he was calculating the rate of return on this investment. Clan breakthrough? Rebate! Tribesmen have made meritorious deeds? Rebate! Are all members of the tribe being treasured? The rebates are huge! When the geniuses in the entire universe are fighting for talent, background, and opportunity-- Jin Hao smiled. What he invested in was not stocks, but the rise of a family.

凡人:我有一面天演镜
Writerloosat
Chen Qiaotian was woken up by a burst of noise. He opened his eyes drowsily, and saw the carved bed top and familiar room layout - he had lived in this world for five years, and he had slept on this bed for five years, and he could recognize it with his eyes closed. "The young master is awake! Go and report to the master!" The maid's voice of surprise came from outside, followed by the sound of footsteps hurriedly away. Master? Chen Qiaotian's mind was in chaos, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his temples, but what he lifted up was a white, tender, chubby little hand with five fingers that looked like lotus joints, and there were also fleshy holes. He froze. Then a huge torrent of memories rushed into my mind, as if someone had poured a whole bucket of paste into Tianling Gai, which was hot and swollen. He groaned, and black and white flashed alternately in front of his eyes. It took him a long time to finally understand the situation. He traveled through time. He traveled through time and became the eldest son of the Chen family of the Yue Kingdom - Chen Qiaotian, who is five years old this year.
Chen Qiaotian was woken up by a burst of noise. He opened his eyes drowsily, and saw the carved bed top and familiar room layout - he had lived in this world for five years, and he had slept on this bed for five years, and he could recognize it with his eyes closed. "The young master is awake! Go and report to the master!" The maid's voice of surprise came from outside, followed by the sound of footsteps hurriedly away. Master? Chen Qiaotian's mind was in chaos, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his temples, but what he lifted up was a white, tender, chubby little hand with five fingers that looked like lotus joints, and there were also fleshy holes. He froze. Then a huge torrent of memories rushed into my mind, as if someone had poured a whole bucket of paste into Tianling Gai, which was hot and swollen. He groaned, and black and white flashed alternately in front of his eyes. It took him a long time to finally understand the situation. He traveled through time. He traveled through time and became the eldest son of the Chen family of the Yue Kingdom - Chen Qiaotian, who is five years old this year.