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 In a flash, Pippen jumped up from the ground.
 It was like power within burst out of his body, and his whole frame had extended a few sizes. Some of his joints were ruptured from the brutal action in that instant, but his speed was incredibly fast.
 As if a huge iron ball brushed past his body and flew away, Ye Qingxuan's eyes saw a flash, then everything turned pitch black.
 Dazed, he felt himself knocked into the wall.
 In the moonlight, Pippen leaped into the air, held on tight to the black box, then turned and threw it into the darkness.
 Soon after, the furious wolf pack jumped up from the ground and tore him into pieces. With numerous bone fragments, chunks of flesh and blood flying around, the black box flipped and stumbled, and finally stopped at someone's feet at the end of the street.
 A large silver wolf followed very closely, like a shadow of the box. The guy looked at the silver wolf's grim face and smiled. He bent over, and pressed down on the black box.
 Crash!
 In a blink of an eye, the black box set off a deafening sound.
 With a violent sound, an invisible power like a hammer crushed the wolf's head into the green stones of the ground. Blood flew onto the box like mercury, and whitened a corner of the stone.
 The black box started to slowly crack until it completely turned into powder. The exquisite clarinet fell into the hands of the man, no longer trembling after the burst as if it had finally been returned to where it belonged.
 "What a pity, Wolf Flute." The guy took off his hat, and revealed his white pupils. "A nice trap, but it did not work on me, and killed an innocent man in the process. Are you regretting it now?"
 He seemed very old, his face wrinkled, nothing like the thirty-something-year-old man Wolf Flute had described. But those white eyes moved with a coldness, more chilly than the wolf pack. If beasts gave a man fear, then this ruthlessness and cruelty could freeze a man's soul.
 "Sorry, no." With the wolves growling and circling around came the voice of Wolf Flute, "He already died when you controlled him with the 'worm'."
 From Pippen's broken skull, a leech-like black organism crawled out from his ear. It had originally lived as a parasite in Pippen's brain. It crawled out and swam quickly through the pool of blood, leaving a trail of blood behind it. It came to the feet of the Rain Artist, and finally wrapped around his wrist, hardening into a strange bracelet.
 The Rain Artist looked down gently, admiring the worm bracelet on his wrist. He sighed softly, "You see, I paid a great price for this reward. It had helped me through many difficult times, including this one."
 As he was talking, he looked around at the scenery with a surprised and admiring expression on his face. "It is hard to imagine. I have chased you a long way here, and 'it' is hidden in this ridiculously small town."
 "I won't let you have it," a dark voice spoke as if from all directions.
 "I dare not carry with me something as terrible as this. My order was only to destroy it." The Rain Artist suddenly laughed. "Similarly, I can…" he paused, the clarinet in his hand suddenly rising up with a chilling bang, "…destroy you!"
 The explosion sounded like a dying whistle. When the whistling spread, numerous boiling sounds followed. The sea breeze suddenly started dancing furiously, the sound of the wave became blurry. A huge amount of aether awoke from the whistling sound. It came together from all directions, swallowing every drop of the vapor.
 The air suddenly became extremely dry. Every breath came with a burning sensation. Then a pale fog spread from beneath the Rain Artist into the air like a suffocating mist.
 The fog immersed the entire street, everything was blurry.
 Then, water drops appeared from out of thin air, colliding like a rainstorm in the fog, as fast as arrows. Along their way they took away any warmth in the air, leaving behind a layer of frost.
 Suddenly, where the fog had enveloped, heavy rain began to pour.
 Silver wolves roared into the mist, but they had lost his trail and could no longer find the man.
 Musicians of the School of Modifications were best at manipulating the nature of objects, swaying storms and frost, making flames and iron walls. Among all musicians, they were the best suited for the battlefield because of their great destructive power!
 With the clarinet singing, he quickly finishing playing a measure, summoning a suffocating fog storm heavy enough to freeze any ordinary man.
 "Huh, went back to hide in his shell," Wolf Flute spat. His pupils turned vertical like an animal, staring at the fog and the rain.
 …Krommer Variation Opus 74, also known as "Demon of Rain".
 But this was not the most dangerous, not even close.
 So he needed to be very alert.
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 In the fog, the clarinet suddenly sounded.
 The sound, like countless people sobbing in the rain, spread quickly. It was like iron bees beating their wings, like ghosts calling out, wandering in the fog.
 Inside the fog, a sudden harsh whistle came through the endless tornado, effortlessly punching a big hole in the silver wolf's neck.
 The silver wolf's head was broken, hanging on its neck. It rolled on the ground in the rain, but then it was completely cut by something behind it.
 Eventually, that silver wolf dissipated leaving small, deep holes in the ground.
 In those holes, there were many long and thin iron pieces.
 These iron pieces embedded into the earth, still with burning lights. But once out of the fog, the heat disappeared, as if the fog took it away, back to where it came from.
 This was one of the reasons why the Demon of Rain was known as the music of massacre. Through many different combinations of notes, it could produce Exploding Iron, which contained a force of destruction so powerful, that it was nearly undefeatable.
 The fog was alive. It was a living thing. It constantly absorbed light and heat from its surroundings, which was why the temperature had become so cold. Then the fog would explode as a "medium" along with the Iron.
 No matter how heavy the armor, or how sturdy the walls, the impact of the fog could not be stopped.
 If someone was hit, they would probably be ripped in half. With only a loud noise, the upper half of the body would have to say goodbye to the lower half. Or perhaps the whole body would become mincemeat.
 This was the most dangerous aspect of the Rain Artist because killing was his talent.
 The music continued, and the rain became denser. Shards of very thin iron shot in all directions. The iron easily cut through the wolves' necks and the claws, killing them instantly.
 But with Wolf Flute's even more depressing notes, more wolves had appeared from all over the earth.
 It seemed like it would never end. The summoning from Wolf Flute continued to bring more wolves from the void-almost a whole pack of wolves had shown up.
 Those wolves, almost as tall as humans, were no ordinary creatures. They were born from the aether, with no weakness, no blood, no fatigue, and with no fear.
 With the flute Nai playing, they expanded again, showing a strange ice blue. The bodies became mistier as if they would melt into the fog.
 "Do not hide, Mr. Wolf Flute!" in the rain fog the Rain Artist suddenly growled. With a flashing light, the wall was split, the stones collapsed, dirt flew everywhere. In the dust, the shadow of Wolf Flute was finally revealed.
 A piece of the iron cut through the wall and barely missed his throat, leaving him with a striking bloodstain.
 "Wheelchair?" The Rain Artist took a big step forward. "When did this happen?"
 Iron whistled past. Like a strong crossbow with bursting arrows, the iron converged into a tornado and charged ahead.
 Wolf Flute's body suddenly tilted. The two wheels of the wheelchair slid on the ground. It made a full circle then backed away. The iron rain went right past him and left a honeycomb-like hole on the wall, causing the shingles from the structure to fly away.
 "Wow, you don't say," Wolf Flute cocked his eyebrow and patted the armrest of the wheelchair. "This thing is easy to use, and it is good for my laziness. It's super convenient! I'm falling in love with it."
 "Keep your playful words and go to hell with them." The Rain Artist lifted his withered face, in his dark eyes, his white pupils started to shrink. "No more nonsense!"
 He lifted his clarinet to his lips, playing a sharp tune. The white fog suddenly trembled, boiling over, and the color turned scarlet, like blood.
 Blood red?!
 "Breath of Boiling Blood?" Wolf Flute opened his mouth like an animal and ground his teeth, "Music that requires blood as sacrifice really fits the style of your evil cult."
 A sharp and mournful performance suddenly turned to a higher pitch, with red fog swirling, countless rain drops colliding, and the sound of friction like a roar of thunder. With this thunder, suddenly there were six burning flashes.
 It was a very thin and sharp iron piece. They had the speed of arrows in the rain, swung with a trill, like an evil spirit screaming.
 This was the Exploding Iron that should have only been single shots. Mixed in with the rain, they could launch as one with a shape of a fan, and no one would be able to escape it in this narrow space.
 But now there were six of them! Even Wolf Flute, who had seemed nonchalant, felt pins and needles in his scalp. The Breath of Boiling Blood, this evil technique, sometimes did make one… f*cking jealous!
 How come there were no such techniques for the musicians of religious disciples? Even if they were not allowed to use other people's blood, they could at least use their own!
 Wolf's eyes were envious.
 Six shots each time. The Rain Artist must have paid a hefty price for this. Unfortunately, whether he was insane, or was just trying to show a great respect for his enemy by displaying such elaborate combat, it would be extremely tough to fight back.
 After all, when he was sneak-attacked from over one hundred feet away, Wolf Flute had been heavily wounded by only one piece of the iron!
 And now, he was in a wheelchair with nowhere to escape. The humming in the air had given him chills. That was the sound of the hot iron ready to explode.
 Under such pressure, he started playing his flute, his scalp still numb.
 In an instant, the sound of the flute was crushed by the sharp noise of the wind and the sand blowing. Iron pieces flew out from the rain and the fog. The red hot iron was suddenly released, and the terror of the kinetic energy and heat destroyed their body in a moment. It had turned to iron sand-more dangerous than ever.
 The iron sand burned through the fog, firing forward, and pulling the bloody fog along with it.
 After what seemed like only a few seconds, hundreds of hot spikes flew out of the bloody fog into the slate and the walls, instantly turning them into pieces.
 The remaining heat was spreading, setting off a pale water vapor.
 In the water vapor, you could hear the scream of the silver wolves.
 "I really am a genius! Hahahaha!!"
 With six silver wolves pulling the wheelchair with all their strength, it broke out of the fog like a sleigh on the snow.
 Wolf Flute, with blood covering half of his body, cackled. He sat firmly in the wheelchair that was about to completely break down. No one ever thought this psycho would be able to turn his wheelchair into a sleigh at the very last minute, allowing him to escape from the six fan-shaped iron fires.
 In the speedy wheelchair, Wolf Flute sighed. He removed a pendant-shaped bottle hung around his neck. He removed the cork with his fingers and swallowed the whole bottle of liquid.
 As soon as the ice blue liquid went inside him, he trembled. His skin turned pale. Blue and purple blood vessels expanded under his skin, intertwined with each other.
 The blood was pulsing with a rhythm. As if it were a beast was digesting the blood then releasing the burning flame. Wolf Flute's eyed flashed vaguely for a moment-there seemed to be electricity firing through his eyes, too bright to look straight into.
 "Damn, this was a huge loss," Wolf Flute whispered. He took a deep breath as husky as the sound of the iron piece and started playing the flute.
 This time, there was a kind of power in the music, like an illusion entering reality, eroding through this fake world. It was an extremely cold night but now, it felt maddeningly hot.
 Wind from the desert fell from the sky, destroying the cold rain.
 The humidity and poison in the air had been swept away by the wind. The sound of the flute spread like a sandstorm, giving the illusion of being under the burning sunlight.
 The sound of the stone's friction overpowered the cry from the 'Demon of Rain.'
 A huge alpha wolf suddenly appeared beneath the moonlight. It was blurrier than his followers, but was also more strongly built. Like a reflection in water, it would soon disappear.
 It really disappeared.
 The Rain Artist paled and quickly retreated, but the alpha appeared again, right behind him.
 The Rain Artist's body trembled slightly. He looked down and saw a huge gap on his waist. It was a wound made by the alpha in what seemed like an instant.
 Under the moonlight, the alpha spat out the blood and organs and slowly looked back at him. Its translucent body seemed misty in the fog.
 "The Underworld messenger?" the Rain Artist murmured dazedly, the mournful scream cutting off.
 The alpha returned and disappeared. When he re-appeared, its claws held a new piece of flesh and half a rib. It looked down arrogantly as if looking at its prey. The Rain Artist was defenseless!
 With the next reemergence of the alpha wolf, the flesh tore again.
 The Rain Artist grasped his exposed organs and knelt on the ground.
 The war was over now.
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 Music and aether, an omnipresent element, is the source of all power. Musicians used music scores and alchemy to control the aether and defeated the natural catastrophe Leviathan, saving the world. But more catastrophes are awakening…
 However, Ye Qingxuan has a different reason to become a musician—he just wants to find his father and know why his family was exiled.
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 Say what you want three times: 
 This article has no CP! 
 This is a brainstorming essay. 
 When another space node in the primitive rainforest world overlaps with our living space node, a passage between the two worlds is opened. 
 Plants from another world spread in just a few days and the city fell. 
 Before long, herbivorous, scavenger, and large carnivores appeared.
 Content tags: fantasy space fantasy magic sci-fi power 
 Search keywords: Protagonists: Mo Qingqing, Wu Mengmeng (Wu Nan), Liu Ziche, Feng Qingran
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 My friend, can I take up a little of your time? 
 I hope to introduce you to our great and supreme omniscient father, source of wisdom, lord of enlightenment, guide - God of knowledge, Nowen. 
 The knowledge-seeking sect, there are no rules and regulations here, and there is no need to devote yourself to serve. The only thing you need to pay is just a little insignificant effort. 
 As long as you work hard, you can gain something. Is there anything better in the world than this? 
 Are you really not going to consider it? 
 Join now and enjoy the new member welfare package, my friend! 
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 Ji Huan’s parents both died in a traffic accident. 
 Unexpectedly, his older sister also meets the same fate. 
 Yet everything starts when he says “goodbye” for the last time.
 Hunting monsters? Genetic comparison? 
 Ji Huan flees with his older sister’s posthumous child to his hometown, Bade Town. 
 The three Grandpa, grandson, and nephew all live interdependent days. 
 However, inside the swaddling clothes is not a human baby, 
 But a monster…
 Black egg body, white ring eyes, red mouth. 
 A child, ah! Doesn’t he have two eyes and a mouth! Resembling an egg, he is Ji Huan’s cute nephew!
 Vermilion tiled wall, white lotus pond, convalescent courtyard. 
 This entirely neatly handsome and elegant young man: Ah Jin. 
 However, he told Ji Huan about the secrets of the monsters and discreetly taught him. 
 Bade Town is also slowly being covered in monsters…
 Or, the record of a small countryside monster’s growth.
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 【1V1 Sweet Pet】
 shock!
 The God of Wealth, who is in charge of the world’s wealth, went bankrupt!
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 As the God of Wealth, Yuan Xi just saw that a little boy was too pitiful (crossed out/too good-looking), so he felt a little more compassionate and gave him more money, but he didn’t expect to send himself bankrupt!
 I didn’t even think that the kid turned around with the money and ran away! Also ran to the three thousand worlds!
 In order to recover the extra money he sent, Yuanxi had to follow him to the Three Thousand Worlds… robbery!
 Eh… what did you say? Send me all the money? !
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 A person from earth is reincarnated in the Harry Potter World as Draco Malfoy. Armed with future knowledge, he tries to defeat all obstacles while protecting his family, fighting Voldemort and figuring out how to deal with teenage girls.
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 Song Jinxi really likes the abstinence overlord villain in a novel about a sadomasochistic president.
 The villain is handsome and indifferent, smarter than a demon, coldhearted and less lustful, and his aura is so cool that it makes one’s legs soft!
 A system is bound between them. She was told that the villain has blackened and wants to kill the male and female lead and destroy the world?
 The two-dimensional world is facing the danger of collapse, and Song Jinxi turns into a righteous fighter and transmigrates into the novel.
 The first time she transmigrated, the villain was still a little beanie and in order to save him, she sacrificed her life honorably.
 The second time she transmigrated, the villain grew into a young boy and in order to save him, she sacrificed her life again.
 The third time she transmigrated…she died again. 
 The three worst things of the villain’s childhood were avoided by her, but he still blackened and wants to destroy the world again?
 Song Jinxi transmigrated for the fourth time, but she did not expect to be caught by the villain as soon as she landed. 
 The villain that had grown into a tyrannical CEO, pressed the petite girl against the wall and whispered in her ear with a very dangerous voice:
 “If you dare to die again, I will let everyone in this world be buried with you.”
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 Lin Yi failed the college entrance exams and chose a diploma mill university.
 And as deserving of a diploma mill university, the first line of the admission letter read:
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 Chi Nan was the young man in one of the Top 10 forbidden paintings, the Crying Boy. It was said that he would bring disaster, so his memories were sealed and his soul was locked in the painting.
 One day, Chi Nan entered the body of a blind young master who died accidentally. The young master was the owner of this forbidden painting. However, Chi Nan had stayed in the painting for a long time. He lost the happiness and sadness of human beings. The only emotion he could show on his face was: tears.
 Chi Nan made three wishes to the gods: regain his vision, stop crying and get his memories back.
 Thus, he was invited into the world of terror, the Nightmare Cycle. Break the nightmares to gain points and grant his wishes.
 Ordinary players: Ahhh, it is terrible! I want to wake up!
 Meanwhile, Chi Nan moved through the nightmares, grabbing small skeletons at the crane machine in the amusement park at midnight, building ice sculptures with corpses in a snowy country’s mass grave and dancing with a fierce ghost in a life-threatening waltz until dawn.
 The dreams were really good. There were endless games, ghosts who tried to amuse him and a mysterious boss who sent him good medicine every day.
 Chi Nan cried happily but when he cried, the ghosts of the world trembled.
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 The owner of the body was called You Yu and he suspected that he didn’t die accidentally. In order to understand the truth behind his death and be reborn in his body, he sold his soul to the world called the ‘Nightmare Cycle.’ He became the dream maker behind the scenes, conscientiously creating dreams of terror.
 He didn’t expect that he would meet his body in the infinite nightmare he created with his own hands. The user of the body was a bigshot who loved to shed tears. This person was diligent in going through the instances to earn points and restore vision for him.
 Thus, You Yu secretly added the sweetest honey to medicine and sent it to Chi Nan at midnight every day. So why did the little crybaby cry again after drinking it?
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 Ye Sui has been transmigrated into a book and became the venomous villain. And because she looked a little similar to the white lotus female protagonist, she was regarded as a replacement by the male protagonist. Ye sui was also married to the main character’s third Uncle, Chen Shu, who was jinxed to ruin the life of whoever marries him
 Immediately after she got transmigrated, she became the malicious and conceited villainess with a husband named Chen Shu, who was about to divorce her. Ye Sui could see ghosts, however, as soon as she touched Chen Shu, the ghosts would disappear.
 Chen Shu, who was preparing for divorce,was shocked upon his return to his home. As his wife suddenly hugged his thigh and begged, “No divorce, even if you beat me to death I will not sign the divorce paper.”
 Chen Shu: “…”
 It was rumored that Ye Sui has a hard life. She married Chen Shu, a good for nothing husband who escaped death at the age of 30. But this sickly husband of hers actually had tens of billions of dollars in wealth.
 Ye Sui almost believed that her life is doomed until she slowly realized it.
 Her husband is omnipotent and the family is getting richer and richer.
 That Tea is actually a priceless antique tea..
 A replica vase in Tang Dynasty was actually authentic…
 She soon found out her husband, Chen Shu, was a super rich and invisible wealthy man.
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 While reading a novel, Fu Erdie thought more than once that if she arrived in an apocalyptic world, she could only wait for death.
 The cars could not be driven, roads could not be recognized, they could not even cook food.
 There was also physical strength involved…there was no need for her to encounter a zombie because with just a sudden drop of temperature, she could get a cold and fever and die from it.
 As a useless person of the new century, she sincerely hoped that the whole world would be prosperous and free of disease and calamity. At the same time, she could just draw at home and earn living expenses while muddling through.
 As a result, God played a joke on her.
 After a shower of rain, the world changed. There were zombies and dead plants everywhere.
 She looked down from a window on the 10th floor and saw the crowd panicking. The cars rammed and blocked the road, and the small noodle shop she often went to was now stained with blood… Everything pulled back Fu Erdie from her fantasy.
 The world had truly changed.
 Fu Erdie decided to go out to find her relatives, and she would bet on whether she would become a zombie or an alien. She gathered her courage and opened the door, then stepped back and closed it. The zombie neighbors in the corridor were horrible! It is impossible to fight zombies, you can only wait to die in a wretched manner. And any chance, there was a lot of stored food at home that she could eat for a month.
 But her ending was probably one of the two choices she had in her mind, to die now or die in a month. And she chose to lay down and continue her everyday normal life. She would just wait to meet the upcoming water and electricity cuts.
 On the first day, everything was the same. The next day, everything was the same. The next day after, everything was still the same. The next…
 A month later, it was time to pay the utility bill. The internet got disconnected and she did not pay the bill. The rest of the building was pitch black.
 But her room was still bright.
 The flush toilet could be used as usual. The natural gas could be used for her luxurious bathing. The small kumquats, small peppers, and shallots planted and grown on the balcony even thrived at a rate that did not conform to the laws of nature.
 Fu Erdie suddenly found out that she had not mutated, but her own house had mutated?!
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 The ancient stone sculptures in the museum changed their sitting positions in the dark.
 Columns with bizarre news disappear like invisible ink.
 The oil tycoon in the skyscraper has the shadow of the evil god behind him.
 Jazz on vinyl records hides ancient evil prayers.
 Internal combustion engines and alternating current, Prohibition and silent movies, Earthsea Scrolls and underwater cities…
 This is the modern era of neon splendor! In the mysterious fog, what devours the soul?
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 Ping Mo has been transferred from the Special Forces to the Alliance University, and the whole university is in an uproar. The new instructor, Ping Mo, is said to be a top alpha, with a lean waist, long legs, a nice ass, and a great sense of humor.
 The little sweet omegas get weak at the sight of him.
 Pei Yutu disdains: What’s so good about this f*cking little white guy?
 Later, Pei Yutu discovers Ping Mo’s little secret; He is an omega, a rare Therian omega!
 Big Pei pressed the man into the toilet stall, his teeth gently crushed his glands, looked at the flushed drill sergeant, squeezed the tail behind him, and laughed, “Damn! You’re so good everywhere!”
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