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I Play Real-Time Strategy in Another World
"They say I am a butcher. I admit it. But butchers at least give me meat. Those who call for democracy don't even give me soup." "My 7th Brigade never shoots at people - only at the mob. As for who is the mob? I have the final say." "The problem in this world is very simple. There are too many people who make sense and too few people who beat sticks. I'm here, so there's a balance." "You can scold me, but don't let me hear it - if you hear it, you can use seven sticks in one second, and you w
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Teacher from Hometown: from Black Iron to Heaven
Thousands of years of history are over, and the human race's federations are in charge of the galaxy. In this world, all the awakened legions of all races are drawn by blood, and having an army for a lifetime is a supreme miracle. Lin Yan is the only soul from the earth in this universe. During the awakening ceremony, he did not activate the alien divine army or awaken the powerful federal brigade. He only awakened the humblest and most inconspicuous mortal army. No one knows that this seemingly
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When an Abstinent Woman Meets a Crazy Top Guy, Who Will Fall First?
Shen Zhiyi, the chief designer of the landscape, has a high IQ and facial control, has a poisonous tongue and self-discipline, and hates glitz. Xie Linyuan, Xingyao's top idol, looks abstinent, but is actually crazy and affectionate. The two giants are facing each other, business wars are surging, and the design game runs through fashion, real estate, and technology. She holds the professional blade, and he controls the capital chess game. Confrontations over mergers and acquisitions, false repo
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In the Lean Years, I Rely on Farming to Harvest Husbands
Shen Wanwan stayed up late reading novels. When she opened her eyes, she went through the torn escape novels and became a cannon fodder starving to death in the wilderness. The daughter of a modern social animal has become a runaway. The family of seven has only half a bag of moldy noodles and is about to starve to death. She sneered: If I don't want to be the Holy Mother, I should be the king of escape! Suddenly I can understand the cries of crops - "thirsty", "hungry" and "cold", and they w
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