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"You haven't even heard of Shenmu? You definitely don't read novels." Zeng You poked his head over the dark green bed railing, intrigued. "Come on, show us your talent." Lin Dong shook his head, sending water droplets flying. "Damn, let me show you the new horizontal bar bed-climbing technique." Saying that, Lin Dong grabbed the railing with both hands, then exerted force, leaping up like a fish. He flipped onto the bed backward, as if playing on a horizontal bar,…-
5.5 M • Ongoing
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Meng Xinghai knew Li Qingxiao's elders and couldn't directly reprimand him, so he simply waved him away. However, the boy remained smiling and didn't get up. He used a secret method to transmit his voice, asking Qin Ming how his Golden Silkworm Technique was progressing. "It's done," Qin Ming informed him. If Li Qinglei hadn't been there, Old Meng would have stood up again. He was truly astonished; how could he have mastered it in just five days? Time was tight this time, and Meng Xinghai had planned…-
3.6 M • Ongoing
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The premeditated explosion kept raging. Shrapnel and a wall of heat slammed into Si Qi; great tongues of fire licked across his body as the stench of scorched flesh mingled with the reek of blood. He raised a hand to his cheek and neck and found it dripping—scarlet blood flecked with gold poured over him like a waterfall. His crimson suit drank up the red, leaving only intricate veins of molten gold. Lin Jue had stocked enough explosives to wipe out both terrorist and hostage in one…-
7.0 M • Ongoing
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Qin Ming's words were not false. He had indeed just seen an ancient grandmaster walking towards him, holding a large spear that stirred up the dark clouds in the sky and attracted lightning. His unparalleled majesty was earth-shattering. Unfortunately, the Overlord did die in the end, and it was a very tragic death. After stabbing the old senior's pale palm until it was covered in blood, he was locked by the other party's golden immortal runes. The old senior, who was famous throughout the Night Mist…
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3.6 M • Ongoing
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After a ten-minute conversation, Old Liu was overjoyed. With a wave of his hand, he generously approved Jiang Nian’s leave slip for the day after tomorrow, and casually asked him what he was taking leave for. "Nothing, taking the Subject Two driving test." "Oh, oh, then you go… huh?" Old Liu, sensing something amiss, looked up like a tiger, "Subject Two? You… taking what?" He felt it was absurd; his first reaction was that his ears were broken. "You, a student about to take the…
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5.5 M • Ongoing
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Feng Xieyun was the strongest opponent of the same rank that Chen Yuan had ever encountered. Although Zuo Feiyu was also a top-tier talent in the Jianghu, his strength among Martial Artists of the same rank could only be considered decent, and Chen Yuan could still crush him with his powerful Cultivation Technique. But this Feng Xieyun was truly gifted, cultivating two versions of the Blood Scripture, and his Blood God mystical arts…-
1.4 M • Ongoing
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“The sun is shining, the chrysanthemums are smiling~” Killing a person or two at night makes one’s mood improve for no reason. Ding Suian stood in front of the Military Patrol Post, shielding his eyes with his hand, looking at the scorching sun early in the morning, and actually found it quite cute. “Old Li, two sesame cakes and a bowl of cold noodles!” “Officer Ding, coming right up~” Li Quan, who had just set up his small stall under the tree, skillfully grabbed a…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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The scavenger girl, Connie, led Li Yi through the alleys of Philadelphia. She was indeed very familiar with the area; the complex, maze-like alleys couldn't trap her. If danger arose, running into these alleys would easily allow them to lose their pursuers, which might be a survival tactic for those at the bottom. However, the alleys were always filled with unpleasant smells, and the ground was covered in various industrial wastewater. Walking in such a place required great…-
6.3 M • Ongoing
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"Zzz... zzz... zzz..." In the small, dark, lightless room, the sound of electricity buzzed intermittently. Qi Si sat on the chair, firmly secured by a Straitjacket and leather straps, leaning back half-dead. His inventory was neatly embedded right below his field of vision, not locked, and he could call upon certain items at any time to sever his restraints. But there was no need. He had already drunk a bowl of disgusting Tadpole Soup just to enter the…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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When Ancestor Su Xing crawled out from the soil and fully revealed himself before Zhao Zhen, Zhao Zhen actually breathed a sigh of relief. This person looked like he was on the verge of death; it seemed he truly only coveted his Physical Body and was not targeting the Qingxiao Sect. Is this what Master called Possession? Although Zhao Zhen often sparred with his fellow Disciples, he had never faced the kind of methods used…-
4.6 M • Ongoing
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