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... with broken faces. He only used the power of his mouth, and he sucked the saber-toothed tiger to the second.

Blood rushes.

The bones spit out one by one, and the bones were not taken with a little bit of minced meat. They were clean, just like people who had not eaten for a few years.

A huge saber-toothed tiger has only one push of white bone in less than a minute.

"Uh……"

The megalithic old devil hit a full, **** mouth, very excited, said: "Shuang! So cool."

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Qin Xiaoyao once crossed and became the new daughter-in-law of the Song family who had just entered the door of the broken house in Xiashui Village.

In this family, the mother-in-law is not healthy, and the sister-in-law and brother-in-law are young. The beautiful and cheap husband was injured and couldn’t even get out of the bed.

The family lived in a shabby thatched hut and ate rice soup that was so rare that no grains of rice could be seen.

And the reason why the Song family was so miserable was because of her.

Just because she, the youngest daughter of the butcher’s family, fell in love with the beautiful reading man of the Song family, and asked her father to force the marriage by debt.

But she finally got her wish and got married to Song Que, but she couldn’t bear the poverty and killed herself as a demon.

Looking at his fat body with a big waist and a round waist, Qin Xiaoshan sighed that it was really a toad that had eaten the meat of a swan.

And she’s a good coincidence, now she’s the toad~~

The heroine: A woman of the end of the world, a powerful person with powers, Yan control, and cleverness.

Male protagonist: The reborn, the black lotus with black heart and poisonous hands.

Hilarious, strong women and strong men, welcome relatives to enter the pit.

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MTL - Conan’s Magical GirlChapter 75 【Extra】The Perspective of Little Cupid
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The magical girl who made the wish of “destruction of this world” came to Ke Xue’s world, and Kewpie became a little Kewpie.

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In a world without witches, how would she purify her soul gem?

Originally, he just wanted to be a good and hard-working employee in the winery, but the old man always liked the whole brainwashing operation. Suppressed by the world consciousness, for her own pure land, Shuangyue decided to go to his red square and black square, she would smash the dog world consciousness.

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– Light would force the darkness to recede, and grant it eternal rest

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

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The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

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*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

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