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      Faking Death C07

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      by MarineTL Chapter 7: The Seventh Day of Lying Flat Like a Salted Fish "Yes! Of course there is!" Goudan was very excited. "It might not be a lot, but it's enough to keep you alive in a place like this!" "..." Lu Yuan interrupted helplessly. "He probably has more money on him than you've ever seen in your life." There was currency on the Desolate Planet. Although there didn't seem to be a unified issuing authority—at least not on the surface—there was still a certain amount of currency circulating…
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      Faking Death C18

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      by MarineTL Chapter 18: Eighteenth Day of Lying Flat Like a Salted Fish "Gossip?" Goudan's eyebrows twitched as he grinned. "I knew that Lu Yuan guy was mysterious. He's definitely got a lot of stories hidden away." "Quite a few, indeed." Siming leaned back, sinking into the chair. With a flick of his foot, he kicked another chair toward Goudan. It spun twice before stopping precisely behind him. "Sit." Goudan sat down with his legs spread wide in a bold stance, sighing, "Tch, this chair is actually pretty…
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      Faking Death C29

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      by MarineTL Chapter 29: Twenty-Ninth Day of Being a Salted Fish "Picked him up yesterday," Lu Yuan said, glancing toward the corner. "Don't know where he flew in from." "Flew?" "Well... more accurately, he was blown here?" Lu Yuan sounded a bit uncertain. "The wind was exceptionally strong yesterday," Siming took over the explanation. "Honestly, the wind here in winter is unexpectedly fierce. I've never seen such a violent gale anywhere else..." Goudan looked at him with disdain. "This is nothing. It's…
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      Faking Death C08

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      by MarineTL Chapter 8: The Eighth Day of Lying Flat Like a Salted Fish "Mm." To Goudan's surprise, Lu Yuan actually looked up and hummed in agreement. It was only a single syllable, but still- "You just said 'mm', didn't you? You definitely did!" Goudan cried out. "You actually agreed with this guy! So why did you turn me down every time I asked to play games with you before!" "Because you're too trash at them," Siming said with a beaming smile. "...Hey!" "Be good," Lu Yuan soothed. "You don't even…
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      Faking Death C19

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      by MarineTL Chapter 19: The Nineteenth Day of Being a Salted Fish "Maybe there's still a chance," Siming said, patting him on the shoulder. "We haven't decided exactly how to deal with you yet. Behave yourself!" "Right!" the captain nodded, his expression miserable. Truth be told, ever since he realized the person responsible for the changes here was Lu Yuan, he had completely given up. If he had been "kidnapped" by anyone else, the captain might have harbored small thoughts of resisting or escaping. But…
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      Faking Death C30

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      by MarineTL Chapter 30: The Thirtieth Day of Lying Flat Like a Salted Fish The youth blinked, and a sudden smile spread across his face. "It feels like something interesting has appeared." Lu Yuan stared at him expressionlessly. Siming could almost see the suspicion in Lu Yuan's eyes. This was the first time he had seen Lu Yuan show such an expression... and that sudden movement of sitting bolt upright just now was the same. For a moment, Siming almost wanted to laugh. However... Lu Yuan's reaction…
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      Faking Death C09

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      by MarineTL Chapter 9: Ninth Day of Lying Flat Like a Salted Fish Lu Yuan: "..." On the other side, Siming had already quickly finished the novice tutorial. He looked up excitedly. "Let's play!" "Starting already?" Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow. "Not going to practice a bit?" "No need, it's not like I can master it in a short time anyway." Siming shook his head. Although the game was contained within a small handheld console, its scale was massive and the controls were quite complex. It was impossible to fully…
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      Faking Death C20

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      by MarineTL Chapter 20: Day Twenty of Lying Flat Like a Salted Fish The thunderous drumming stopped abruptly at its most frantic and passionate peak. Silence filled the shack for two seconds before the harp began to play softly. Ying Ying sat by the harp, gently plucking the strings. The harp's volume wasn't high, but its tone was clear and pleasant, soothing the heartbeats that had raced along with the drums, beat by beat, ripple by ripple. A flute joined in at the perfect moment, rising from low to high,…
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