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 The smoke was billowing, and every puff made a heavy sound like a broken bellows, as if burning his throat and lungs, Xia Feng's consciousness soon became blurred.
 "No, you can't sleep, you will die."
 "Wake up, you must wake up!"
 ...
 The boundless crimson color suddenly dimmed, and the deepest and deepest darkness emerged. Xia Feng was like a drowning person, struggling to grab every thing he could grab to help him change this powerless state of drifting, and get rid of this indescribable state. of darkness.
 Suddenly, there was a bright red light in front of him, like the sun rising in the morning.
 Under its light, Xia Feng felt that he had regained a little strength, and then desperately moved closer to the red light.
 When Xia Feng really took this step with the help of the light, the light became brighter and brighter, turning from red to pure white, completely shattering the darkness and fading away instantly.
 "Huh." Xia Feng sat up abruptly, gasping for breath, he actually dreamed of a terrible fire, and before the fire came, he fell into a coma due to inhaling too much smoke in his sleep , I can only wait vaguely and desperately for the flames to spread over, just like the previous times when the ghost pressed the bed, I knew I was dreaming, but I wanted to break free, but I had no strength and could not control it.
 This dream was so real that it made Xia Feng feel lingering fears. In addition, he didn't feel the existence of the fire, so he sat sluggishly and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
 As the rapidly beating heart gradually stabilized, Xia Feng gathered his spirits, remembering that he was working on his graduation thesis in the all-night reading room of the school's comprehensive library, and laughed in his heart: "The last few days have been such an irregular life of staying up late, no wonder would have such a real nightmare."
 But when Xia Feng looked in front of him and was about to pack up the reference books and go back to the dormitory, a strange and unimaginable scene hit his mind like a sledgehammer, and he was suddenly stunned, blank.
 There is no beautiful wooden desk in the library in front of me, no messy reference books, no draft papers ready to be input into the computer, only a dark blanket with tattered and fuzzy corners, and this blanket covers itself body.
 The place where I sat was not a back chair in the library, but a narrow wooden bed.
 "This is where?!"
 Although Xia Feng has a shy personality and doesn't react quickly enough, he has discovered all kinds of things wrong at this time: even if it really caught fire and he was sent to the hospital, this place is not like a hospital!
 His heart tightened, he hurriedly looked around, and hurriedly stood up to the side like a reflex.
 As soon as he stepped on the ground, Xia Feng felt a burst of extreme weakness and dizziness. As soon as his feet were weak, he was about to fall down.
 Xia Feng hastily stretched out his hand, supported himself on the bed, and stabilized himself. His face was pale and restless. The glimpse just now had already completely looked around his surroundings.
 A dilapidated, narrow hut, in addition to the wooden bed next to it, there is only a wooden table that may fall apart at any time, two stools that are still in good condition, and a crate with a hole in it. On the other side of the crumbling wooden door, there is a stove with no original color and an earthen jar hanging on the stove. The firewood under the stove has been extinguished for an unknown amount of time, and there is no heat coming out.
 Everything is so strange, Xia Feng can't judge where he is at all, and the constant weakness makes Xia Feng's mind confused:
 "Where is this?!"
 "The body feels like a serious illness, which is very similar to the feeling that the pneumonia in high school has just disappeared."
 ...
 Countless thoughts echoed in his mind, but Xia Feng had never encountered such an extremely strange thing. His somewhat introverted personality made him not know what to do next, and a thick panic fermented rapidly.
 The only thing to be thankful for is that nothing annoying happened, and Xia Feng was able to habitually take a few deep breaths, slowly calming down the panic. At this time, a loud voice came from afar outside the hut:
 "Burning the witch! Ade told the church to burn the witch!"
 "Everyone go!"
 "Burn that damned, wicked witch!"
 The two diametrically opposed emotions of fear and excitement were clearly expressed in a strange accent. Xia Feng was interrupted and panicked. He became curious and said to himself: "Witch? What kind of world is this here?"
 As an adult who likes novels, that kind of bad premonition faintly arose in Xia Feng's heart, but before he had time to think about it, the poor broken wooden door was knocked open with a bang, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy rushed in.
 "Brother Lucien..." The boy with short brown hair and wearing a knee-length linen jacket saw Xia Feng standing by the bed, surprised and pleasantly surprised, "Are you awake?"
 Xia Feng looked at the clothes that were different from the modern style, nodded his head numbly, and had a ridiculous idea in his mind: "Lucien, witches, churches, burnt to death, could it be that I have really time-traveled, and I still have time-traveled to The Dark Ages of Europe's medieval witch hunts?"
 Things always develop in a bad direction. Murphy's Law reminds Xia Feng coldly. The boy's hair color and the dirty old linen clothes all confirm this. As for the language the boy speaks, Xia Feng's body instinctively He can understand it, and seems to be able to use it, but he is still far away from linguists, so he can't judge which language it is.
 It's not surprising to see Xia Feng's distraught little boy with a few black and gray stains on his face: "Mom always refuses to believe me, she still cries secretly in the middle of the night, her eyes are swollen from crying, and she keeps talking about poor little Evans, Just like Brother Lucien, you have been buried in the cemetery."
 "Father was so quarreled that he couldn't help it. He asked that bad boy from Simon's family to send a letter to Sir Wayne's manor early in the morning, and asked my brother to find a way to come back once. He is already an apprentice knight squire, and the doctor of Shantang would not dare to be with him. Sticking to that outrageous, ridiculous price in front of you."
 Speaking of his elder brother who became an apprentice knight squire, the little boy raised his chin slightly, showing a kind of sincere pride.
 "However, it's okay now, they lost, I was right, brother Lucien, how could something happen to you!"
 While talking, he took Xia Feng's arm: "Go, brother Lucien, go to the church square to watch the burning witch. It's the wicked witch who caused you to be arrested by the church guards and interrogated all night!"
 It happened to be a big change, and Xia Feng wanted to think about his life quietly. He didn't want to join in the fun with this little boy, and directly burned a living person to death. , since I can't stop it, it's better not to witness it, but the last words of the little boy startled Xia Feng: "Is this witch related to me?"
 So Xia Feng changed his mind, suppressed his astonishment, let the little boy hold him back, and stumbled towards A Derang church.
 Along the way, Xia Feng seized the opportunity to look at the people who were going to the church in Adeljan.
 The weather is warmer. Men basically wear linen tops with short and narrow sleeves, trousers of the same color and heelless shoes, while women wear dull and single long skirts. The skirts are often sewn with a big pocket. The common features are simplicity and shabbiness. .
 Most of them have brown hair and brown eyes mixed with blond hair, red hair, black hair, blue eyes, red pupils, blue eyes, etc. The facial features are profound and have a three-dimensional effect.
 "Is it really the Middle Ages?" Xia Feng looked at himself, the same linen jacket, the same trousers, and the same heelless shoes.
 Not long after coming out of the dilapidated, low-slung poor house gathering area, I saw a small but solemn church with a tall semi-circular vault, a huge white cross nailed to it, and very narrow windows below.
 There were already many people around the square, the little boy dragged Xia Feng to the left and right, and kept pushing forward, causing many people to look at them angrily, but because this was the church square, they didn't dare to beat these two asshole.
 After squeezing for a short time, Xia Feng suddenly realized that he had already squeezed to the front floor.
 In the center of the square was a wooden cross, on which was tied a pale and pretty woman in a black robe in her twenties.
 The people around threw the stones, pieces of wood, saliva, etc. they brought with them at the black-robed woman from time to time, and the sound of cursing was chaotic:
 "Smash you to death, you damn witch."
 "You witch is hiding in our Aderjan district, you must want to kill us!"
 "My poor little Trish died of illness a few months ago, you evil witch must have done it! Woo, my poor little Trish..."
 ...
 Occasionally being hit, the black-robed woman tightly closed her thin pale lips, did not groan in pain, but looked at the people standing on the church steps like a statue.
 The leader is a middle-aged man wearing a large white robe with gold trim, wearing a white soft hat, holding a round badge with a white cross, watching quietly, without speaking, solemn and solemn, while behind him There are several men and women in white robes standing, clean and tidy, with rosy faces, in stark contrast to the poverty and filth on the square.
 Behind these men in white robes, stood a row of guards wearing silver-gray chain mail, mighty and extraordinary.
 The middle-aged man took out a pocket watch and looked at it. Seeing that the time was almost there, he took a step forward and held up the round badge with one hand.
 Immediately, the angry, hateful, and arguing people in the square suddenly fell silent, simultaneously and synchronously.
 The only sound left in the whole square is the sound of the wind blowing through the clothes.
 Xia Feng was very surprised. Even in modern times, it takes at least a few months of training to achieve this level of obedience and conditioned reflex, and these ordinary people who seem to be poor can do it? What is the power to make them do it?
 The middle-aged man held up a badge, and his voice was not loud but spread throughout the square: "Poor sinner, you are deluded by the devil, delusional to gain evil power, your body and soul are full of filth, only the Holy Light can purify you , This is not only the Lord's punishment, but also the Lord's gift, and it is the Lord's tolerance for the lost lambs."
 "Burn her to death, burn her to death!" The surrounding poor shouted loudly at first sparsely and then in unison.
 The bewildered and frenzied scene made Xia Feng shudder. If someone knew that he had traveled through time, the next person to be burned would be Lucien, whose soul had been taken over by the evil devil.
 "Before purifying you, the tolerant and merciful Lord asked me to ask you one more question: Are you willing to repent? Sincere repentance can completely purify your soul and enter the heaven where the Lord is." The middle-aged man said gently and compassionately asked.
 The black-robed woman suddenly laughed wildly, her voice was sharp and piercing: "I am after the truth of magic, not the god of truth, burn me to death, I will watch this sinful heaven be destroyed in the flames, look at this gorgeous churches collapsed."
 "madman!"
 "It's evil!"
 "The kindness of the bishop is in exchange for a curse. These wizards who have been blinded by the devil really deserve to die!"
 "Burn her!"
 The bishop didn't say anything, but the many poor people around him fell into a hoarse madness.
 For the first time in Xia Feng's life, he was in a fanatical and unreasonable atmosphere. After being shocked, he couldn't help but think: "Europe in the Middle Ages is really dangerous!"
 "However, without a pile of wood, how are you going to burn her to death?"
 Although he felt pity and intolerance for that black-robed woman, Xia Feng didn't dare to take any action, otherwise he would be crushed to death with a single stone.
 The bishop prayed a few words, and his voice became louder and louder without any emotion: "Sinner, then you will go to hell under the purification of the holy light."
 The cross badge in his hand suddenly burst into bright light, so dazzling that Xia Feng's eyes saw nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness.
 The bishop held a small sun in his hand, solemn, majestic and sacred. Everyone, including the little boy beside Xia Feng, lowered their heads and prayed and praised silently.
 The light gathered and shot towards the blue sky. When it reached the height of the vault, the light turned back and fell, hitting the stake.
 Red flames ignited, as tall as a person, surrounding the black-robed woman.
 She laughed wildly and cursed wildly:
 "I shall watch this wicked heaven perish in flames."
 "I will watch this magnificent church collapse in flames."
 "I will watch you perish forever in the flames!"
 ...
 The shrill voice was endless, and the black-robed woman was burned to ashes together with the stake.
 And Xia Feng fell into a daze when the badge burst into dazzling light:
 "This is not medieval Europe..."
 "This is a world with real magic and magic!"
 "My name is Lucien..."
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 An ordinary young man on earth, Xia Feng, traveled to a world of sword and magic, and took the body of Lucien Evans, another ordinary young man. 
 Seemingly this was a world of traditional western fantasy, yet he discovered the astonishing similarities between the earth and this world, and between science and the so-called arcane magic… 
 “Knowledge is power”? Soul, magic, quantum, Theory of Relativity, cognitive world, music and real world…… 
 What was the true nature of that world?
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 Crossing to One Piece world, he became Roger’s younger brother.
 Unexpectedly, Gol-D-Roger who was in his fifties had a teenage brother. But he was so weak.
 Fortunately, at the age of sixteen, he actually found himself with a possession soul system.
 He had attached to the master IP man, also to the White Phoenix and to Ge Nie with his strong ability of the Hundred Step Flying Sword.
 If you think that he can only Purchase these? Then you’re wrong!
 Pain, Itachi, Ichigo Kurosaki, as long as there is money, any soul can be Purchased.
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 On the Forsaken Continent, there exist humans, dwarves, elves, demonic beasts, and devils. It is a continent where martial arts and magic rule. This is where our story begins. We shall witness the coming of three brothers and their march towards the pinnacle.
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 After Chu Xia transmigrated, the villain forcefully grabbed onto his chin. With a gloomy expression and dark eyes, he coldly said, “Since you really enjoy hiring people to ruin others, why don’t you get a taste of your own medicine today.”
 Chu Xia glanced at the goons standing behind the villain with eyes filled with a third of ridicule, a third of disgust, and a fourth of disappointment: That’s it? That’s all you got?
 Gong before: He isn’t worthy of being compared to XXX. / Stay away from me, don’t touch me. / I’m straight, don’t get any ideas…
 Gong after: So fragrant.
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 On the server “Altar,” a high-class survival game was officially launched. Survival was the only logic in the human game of alliance, betrayal, and human-natured games of deceit and treachery. After the smoke of gunpowder ends, only the survivors can speak.
 As soon as he opened his eyes, the amnesiac An Wujiu saw a person at his side killed. While in confusion, a floating green typeface appeared before him.
 Variable Name: An Wujiu 
 Attributes: Male, 20 years old 
 Game Rounds: 5 
 Win Rate: 100/100 
 Danger Rank: SSS
 No wonder they were afraid.
 The first time he saw An Wujiu, Shen Ti felt curious. The kindness and fragility in those eyes were not fake, so how could he survive in the Altar? It was until he saw the man had a sudden personality change. He recklessly gambled regardless of the cost, casually estranged people, grew further excited on the verge of death, and even calculated against himself to win. Only then did Shen Ti realize that it was his own cognitive bias.
 Fortunately, he wasn’t a normal person either.
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 In order to live he must get close to girls, what kind of rule is this? Tang Zheng possess the Nine Yang Saint Body, a rare body constitution that is hard to come across within a millennium, yet he must absorb pure Yin energy to stay alive. In order to live, he will fight! Absolute campus belles, goddess teachers, charming housewives, haughty lolis… all kinds of woman walk into his life causing him to be surrounded by beauties!
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 Xiaoxianrou saves people and becomes the most tasteless summoned beast mage. Does his strength really matter? As long as you run fast, what can you do to me? See how he turns chicken ribs into crested…
 Warrior level: Elementary, Intermediate, Advanced, Bronze, Brass, Black Iron, Silver, Gold, Holy Warrior.
 Mage level: apprentice, level one-level six, level seven great magician, level eight magician, level nine holy magician.
 Summoned Beast Mage: No level distinction.
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 Chen Xiu’er, a generation of Tianjiao, was so handsome by herself. After crossing to the Tangmen of Bashu, she happened to meet Tang San who jumped off the cliff. Tang San kicked the ghost and felt sad! 
 But God rewarded his life, he was born again. Faced with the incident that she had traveled twice, Chen Xiu’er said that she must avenge that foot! 
 But after understanding Tang San’s background… 
 The Holy Spirit Church is established! ! (Anti-Tang San Alliance!) 
 “If you don’t enter the Holy Spirit Cult in this life, even heroes are in vain. Today, we are here as an alliance! Long live the Holy Spirit!” 
 The Evil Soul Master came out because of him, so he was also honored as the Evil Soul Patriarch! 
 Chen Xiuer said that I am just a scholar, a scholar who dares to experiment. 
 Nine trials of Poseidon, nine trials of Rakshasa, Shura and Raksha, who is the master? 
 Wuhun: Wanxiang (looting by copying) 
 Wuhun: Heavenly Court (stored in Fusion) 
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 Say it beforehand: 
 The back of the game is biased towards the dark, the male protagonist is the villain, opposed to Tang San, and is a mode of vying for development with Tang San 
 The hero is not invincible, he is just shameless. 
 This work has a large span and may also include Douluo 2.3
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 Dad promises that I will be always there with you, my little baby.
 It was Ye Qian's promise to his child who was yet to be born.
 However, fate didn't seem to agree as it took his life in the form of an accident before he could see his little one's face.
 The promise that was made to his wife and daughter reverberated as he left the world, just two months before the child was born.
 He died, but his soul transmigrated to another body in a different realm.
 
 5000 years of deliberate cultivation in the heavenly realm as a venerable, helped him to reveal the secrets that could pave way for his return to the mortal world.
 Finally, he achieved the ultimate power to break through the spatial tear and returned to earth.
 Don't worry, my baby. Dad is on the way to meet you, He chanted as he confronted the tribulation. Even when earthly suppression depleted his cultivation, he frets not.
 All he wants is to meet his family and fulfil the word he once gave to his daughter and her mother.
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 For twenty years, Bai Luo had been thinking that he had been reincarnated in an ordinary world, until one day, a black book appeared in his mind. 
 “Is there magic in this world?” 
 Facing Bai Luo’s question, uncle Saros decisively said: “No.” 
 “But there are miracles.” 
 “What is a miracle?” 
 “It can be a sword that can release flames or a pot that can create gold” 
 “It can be a beautiful girl that was born from a fruit.” 
 “She can control fog, manipulate storms, and dominate lightning.” 
 “Magic!” 
 Bai Luo slapped the table and shouted 
 “That is definitely magic!” 
 “No!” 
 Uncle Saros said, 
 “This is really a miracle.” 
 Many years later, Bai Luo looked at the magnificent scenery of the country he had built. He agreed with what uncle Saros said, 
 “This is a miracle…”
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 In the year of the star fall, the magic wave is approaching, and the disputes gradually begin. 
 With the weakening of the barrier of order, time and space channels frequently appeared, and wars that affected many worlds and gods officially kicked off. Therefore, the gods fell, the abyss opened, the wrestling of chaos and order caused the stars to fall, and the demons resurrected. 
 This is the last days more terrifying than hell. The scorching heat and gale burn all the seas, and the clouds of fire and ashes cover the sky. People are struggling and wailing in this, and there is no peaceful day to sleep. 
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 “Ding, congratulations to the host, get the magical golden hoop!”
 “Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining 90 million Body Tempering Pills!”
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 Ye Qinghun travels through the alien world, activates the super treasure chest system, and marches bravely all the way to the road of invincibility, crushing countless arrogances, and suppressing the eternal heavens!
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