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... not see the slightest move. Only a few sharp and long eagle owls show that they are still living creatures.

It was just raining a few days ago, and the road leading to Xiaomeng City had a full thickness of mud. Although the weather was fine on these two days, the mud was not dried. The wheels and horseshoes are caught in a semi-soft and hard mud, and they have to pay a lot of strength every step forward.

Strong sunlight smoked the mud, and the air around it was filled with a disgu ...

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MTL - I Recycle Corpses In Konoha

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Travel through the world of Naruto and become a member of the medical department of Konoha Village and the corpse disposal team.

Uchiha Xia, with mediocre aptitude, originally thought that he would eat and wait for death for a lifetime, and then run away on the night of the genocide.

Until one time when dealing with the corpse of an S-rank rebel, I found that the back…

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MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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After Kama Taj learned magic for ten years… He Shenyan realized.

It turns out that I can’t go home, it’s not me, it’s the things you teach here!

goodbye!

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Chapter 80 – Mist Tower

I Keep Reincarnating, Why Is He Still Alive?

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.