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... ough to ask. After eating at a table, he went for a walk in the yard.

At this meeting, Li Guanshi came in and told him: "Mrs., the guest is here to say goodbye."

"Which guest?" Luo Manman never looked back.

"It was the guest who had a relationship with Xiao Ruirui. He said he would leave Wuzhen today, and he said goodbye to his wife."

Luo Manman was a little dull, and he left.

I used to think that the man was weird and had an attempt, but when I heard that he w ...

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Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

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Ning Ruogong died to Zebras as he laid his hands on The Energy System, which reincarnated him to the Southern continent of the Planet Kumia.

How strong will he become after cultivating as an undying entity?

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MTL - Spirit Hotel

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After being unemployed for a long time, Feisha Shi finally found a new job – the front desk manager at the oldest hotel in the universe.

This hotel has a fallen angel, vampire, werewolf, faerie, dwarf, titan, invisible person… just no humans.

This hotel serves customers who are fallen angels, vampires, werewolves, faeries, dwarves, titans, invisible people… still no humans.

This hotel’s name?

Noah’s Ark.

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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.