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Over there, Leoza and Caesar had stopped their brotherly brawl. At this moment, the two were standing across the ruins of a table. Leoza was panting heavily, his golden eyes wide open like a wronged puppy. Caesar ignored him, picking up a crystal glass from the ground and casually grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the intact wine rack nearby. He poured some into the glass. Seeing this, Leoza muttered and kicked the remnants of the table, fishing out another crystal glass from underneath. He held it up to…- 221.3 K • Completed
On the water bar television at Hengtian, the same interview was playing. Yan Ankuo went to grind coffee for himself, noticing the head of the department sitting on the sofa, he asked Zhou Tianrui if he wanted some, and after receiving a negative answer, he came to the coffee machine with his eyes straight ahead, focusing solely on the machine's spout. Zhou Tianrui lowered the TV volume, got up, and walked over to him, saying, "If I had known you were so camera-friendly, I would have put you in front…- 135.4 K • Completed
After grinding monsters with Birdy for half the night and nearly leveling up, the Ghost Server Legion Leader woke up at dawn the next day. It wasn't because he needed to pee or because he was hungry—he just naturally woke up when the eastern sky was just beginning to lighten. Counting on his fingers, he figured he'd slept for at most three hours. The Legion Leader thought to himself, Now I can truly say I rise earlier than the roosters and sleep later than the chickens. Insomnia was a first in Fang…- 509.5 K • Completed
Chu Yin sat on the bed, both embarrassed and furious. He had initially planned to go on a hunger strike, but ultimately succumbed to the temptation of crab roe soup dumplings. After an intense internal struggle, he smacked his lips and stepped out of his nest. Wei Lai sat with his legs crossed, glanced at his watch, and said, "Just over 11 minutes. You're one minute late." Chu Yin stubbornly retorted, "...I just woke up." "A male celebrity should eat breakfast on time. Ten minutes—I wasn't…- 133.2 K • Completed
- And so the night passed, the sun broke through the fog, and its rays streamed through the open windows of the cabin, illuminating the crew's pale buttocks. The newly awakened crew of the Wind Fury had no idea what had happened. Rubbing the sleep from their eyes, they were horrified to discover that their fleet's formation had undergone a terrifying change— The original fleet of dozens of ships had suddenly expanded into a massive fleet of over a hundred vessels. Among the uniformly flying German…
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- The next day, as soon as Chu Yin opened his eyes, still slightly disoriented, he immediately started looking around for Wei Lai. Squinting, he scanned the room in a full 360-degree sweep, only to find Wei Lai absent. Just as he was about to call out, he seemed to remember something, pursed his lips, and slammed on the brakes—no sound came out. Chu Yin glanced at the door, then pulled out a small mirror from under his pillow and shoved it in front of his face. First thing in the morning, he was…
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- Huang Xiaoxiao had been swamped with work ever since her team lost its leader. Seeing Yan Ankuo return was like seeing a savior; she hurried over, "Mr. Yan, you're back!" Yan Ankuo set down his briefcase and asked, "Are there still reporters hanging around outside?" Huang Xiaoxiao promptly replied, "Today is much better. Mr. Yan, you can resume your regular schedule." Yan Ankuo joked, "Director Zhou isn't as skilled at exploiting people as you are." "Eh?" Huang Xiaoxiao retorted, "I'm going to…
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- How long would Fatty's gloom last? The Ghost Server Legion Leader would tell you—about the time it takes to smoke a cigarette. But gloom comes in tiers—there are mobs, elite mobs, and big bosses. Usually, the commander dealt with mobs, where a single cigarette was enough. Today, however, he'd encountered a high-tier elite mob. After finishing his smoke, he had no choice but to continue kiting the damn thing. He hoped that by the time he got home, the mob would be ground down to death. That's what…
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Does the son of a murderer also become a murderer? Or is it that inferior genes are inherently passed down through bloodlines, generation after generation? Yan Ru bent down and pulled the red-and-green woven bag out from under the bed. He borrowed the small knife I carried with me to try and undo the tightly sealed stitching of the bag's opening. But after fumbling with it for a long time, he only managed to tear a small slit in it. Watching his awkward movements, I heard murmurs from the…- 141.2 K • Completed
Qin Zhan had taken several days off from school and hadn't been seen since. Zhou Liao didn't particularly care; he'd only learned about it from others. It would have been strange if Qin Zhan had returned to school after being beaten so badly. Ever since that night, Zhou Liao had even dreamed about Qin Zhan's pathetic state, sprawled on the ground. The same person who had once regarded him with such disdain and contempt had been reduced to a defenseless lamb for the slaughter. Yet his refusal to beg or…- 78.8 K • Ongoing
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