I Want to Read Something Different

510 神 God Zun Haotian Silent SpeakersUrban506k WordsOngoing 25Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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They are all very special. The one with thin legs is the first one.

515 家 Home-Cooked Recipes Applied for World Heritage List User2618281122k WordsCompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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Folks, young and old! I took out my mobile phone and raised my ears. I am not going to set up a dragon gate formation today, but I am here to tell you some great news! The five stories that came out of our Chixi Village - yes, those five baby bumps that made you laugh so hard you cried while chasing them, and you want to cry again after reading them - are now all online! Tomato Novels, Tomato Music, Toutiao Express Edition, Toutiao, Wukong Browser, Danhua, and Changdu Novels are all available simultaneously on seven platforms. You can find them all by searching for "Data Self-Defense Techniques". There is no shortage of any one! Let me tell you one by one, how worth reading these five stories are. The first one, "Data Self-Defense". The most hard-core battle in Zhang Dapao's life was with his mobile phone. After eating a bowl of jelly, the mobile phone recommended the recipe for jelly; when I touched my bald head, the mobile phone recommended anti-hair loss shampoo; after bowing to the gods three times, the mobile phone recommended temple guides. He stuffed his cell phone into the desk drawer, and a faint sentence came from the crack of the drawer - "Do not disturb mode has been set for you." Since then, the Chixi Village Digital Self-Defense Force has been established, and twelve combat rules are plastered all over the old banyan tree at the entrance of the village. The whole village pretended to be fishing enthusiasts and flooded the sky with fishing advertisements; the vice president of an Internet giant drove a black car into the village to negotiate in person, but was beaten to a disgrace by Zhang Dapao. This story tells you a truth: Every time you click, you are being watched; but you can choose - be watched honestly, or use fake data as a weapon to fight against them! The laughter is as crunchy as fried beans, and the fun is as satisfying as gulping down a bowl of jelly in the dog days of summer! The second one is the Declaration of Human Rights in Data. Zhang Dapao led more than 200 people from ten miles and eight towns to write 18 "data rights" under the old banyan tree for three days and three nights. Shui Heng, a retired Chinese language teacher, tremblingly took out the constitution and said that this matter has legal basis. Law professor Sun Zhengqing came from the provincial capital and wrote a long article criticizing them as a "dangerous farce." Guess what? Zhang Dapao recorded a video response. He did not curse or get in trouble. He was reasonable and well-founded and even invited the professor to come to the village to drink rice wine. The professor really came. After three bowls of rice wine, he put down all his arrogance. He got up the next day and took the initiative to help them write the academic annotated version! Professor Sun wrote in the preface: "Without these flesh and blood, the law is just a skeleton; with these flesh and blood, the law has warmth." A declaration written by farmers using a homework book finally entered the field of vision of the Legal Affairs Committee of the National People's Congress. Happy or not? Happy! To relieve the anger or not? Relieve your anger! The third one is "Dialect Voice Bank". Zhang Dapao came back from Beijing and brought back a latest smartphone. He said to it in Hakka dialect, "Sister, the sun is so bright today." The phone replied coldly with four words - "Unrecognized language". Zhang Dapao was so angry that he lost a few more hairs, so he turned around and started a voice bank. Ninety-two-year-old Qiu Ashou recited a poem that prefaces generations, and the names of more than forty ancestors were recited so that everyone present fell silent; eighty-six-year-old Grandma Zhang recited a poem "Please Yue Gu", saying that her grandmother passed it on to her mother, and her mother passed it on to her, and no one would know it after she left; Old Mrs. Lan cried first in the middle of her wedding song, with tears flowing down her wrinkles, but her voice was as steady as a taut string. The most amazing thing is that this voice bank finally attracted an AI company to cooperate in developing Hakka smart speakers. Even though the Hakka grandmother didn't speak Mandarin, she could still say to the speaker, "The weather is so good today," and the speaker would reply to her in authentic Chixi dialect. Fu Shuiheng said: There is a word in Hakka called "falling into the water", which means "rain" in Mandarin. But you taste it, you taste it carefully - is "falling into the water" more graphic than "raining"? In other words, it's a different way of looking at the world. The fourth, "Traditional Crafts Memory Bank". The 87-year-old old carpenter De Shougong has been making coffins all his life and is known as "Coffin Qiu". He didn't use a single nail to build the coffin, all he relied on was mortise and tenon. Zhang Dapao asked him why the tenon had to be cut at an angle, and he said "at an angle just right"; what does it mean to be just right? You'll know after you try it a hundred times. Blacksmith Chen said that the quenching should be "cherry red", not bright red or dark red, but cherry red; what is cherry red? You'll know it after you've burned it a hundred times. Shen Atupan Tuyao's method of mastering the arc is - "Twist your butt to the left until you can see the top of the third tree behind you. This arc is correct." All these "feelings" were photographed by Zhang Dapao and stored in the craft memory bank. What makes people's hearts sink the most is what Duke Desu said: "Four generations of single inheritance, when it comes to me, it is broken." These words are heavier than the coffin with all mortise and tenon joints. The most surprising thing is that Shen Atu's son Shen Zhifeng, who works as a programmer in Xiamen, returned to the village and stored his 21 years of tacit knowledge of programming in his memory bank - code structure, debugging ideas, and even how he quarreled with the product manager were recorded. Fu Shuiheng wrote a sentence and posted it under the old banyan tree: "All crafts are traditional crafts." The fifth one is "Home-cooked Recipes for World Heritage". Mr. Fu Shuiheng is seventy-three years old. On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he took a bite of fried beans bought in the town, chewed them twice and vomited them all - "No, this is not the taste of my father's fried beans!" His father, Fu Shuncai, only added salt and no oil to the fried beans. He fried them slowly over low heat until every bean was just right. After frying for forty years, there was not a single burnt bean. His mother Yang Hui'e's dipping sauce for white chopped chicken is even more amazing - turmeric, spicy potatoes, huoxiang, and duck fragrance, all of which are wild grasses that can be seen everywhere on the fields in Chixi Village. But the dipping sauce she prepared, Fu Shuiheng has traveled most of China without having a second serving. Three old people who had eaten Fu Shuncai's fried beans were invited to do the appraisal. Ninety-one-year-old Qiu Bingwang chewed one, and tears rolled down his cheeks as he chewed: "When your father fried beans, he held the spatula in his hand, and his heart was with his son. The best seasoning in the world is not salt, but the love of parents for their children. There is no way to copy the heart." After listening to this, Fu Shuiheng finally couldn't hold back his tears as he faced the plate of fried beans. He named his parents' dishes - "Fu Shuncai's fried beans", "Yang Hui'e's white chopped chicken" and "Yang Hui'e's spicy potatoes and wine". The first deposit in the home-cooked recipe memory bank, number JCC-001. These five stories are each more absurd and funnier than the last, but your nose will get sore when you laugh, and your heart will get hot when you laugh. They are all about us ordinary people - what should you do if your privacy is stolen? What should I do if no one understands your dialect? What should you do if your father and mother's craftsmanship and taste are about to be lost? Zhang Dapao asked and answered these questions for you. The answer may not necessarily be a standard answer, but it must be the most down-to-earth, the most smoky, and the one that makes you feel like "I've encountered this before." Every story is alive, with roots and soil, with the smell of dew in Hakka mountain villages in western Fujian and the smoke of fireworks in front of the stove, like a bowl of home-brewed rice wine, with a slightly sweet taste and a long aftertaste. Folks, these five stories can only be written by one person - our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng! The old man is seventy-three years old this year. Before his retirement, he taught Chinese at No. 1 Middle School in Liancheng County and has been dealing with ancient Chinese and composition texts all his life. Even after he retired, he was still busy and wrote a story about the people, things, and flavor of Chixi Village. The writing is so vivid, as if you were sitting under the old banyan tree with a bowl of jelly in your hand, watching Zhang Dapao arguing with his mobile phone, listening to Duke Deshou scolding the coffin board, and smelling the aroma of Fu Shuncai's fried beans wafting over from sixty years ago. Where can I find such a good story and such a good author? So today I am here, on behalf of all those who follow these five stories, I sound the charge to Mr. Fu Shuiheng! Sir, please continue writing! We will read as much as you write! You write down all the field ridges, stoves, banyan trees, folk songs, medicinal herbs, and fried beans in Chixi Village, and we will follow them all! The Zhang Dapao in your work is still tossing, the coffin of Duke De Shougong is still being beaten, Grandma Zhang is still reciting the words "Please Yuegu", and Fu Shuncai's fried beans are still crackling in the pot - you continue to bring these living people and things to us, and we will take them all according to the order, without missing a single one! And our readers, you are the greatest power! Every search, every comment, every like, and every retweet you make is recharging the old man's energy. Your preference is the greatest motivation and source of Mr. Fu Shuiheng's creation. So don't hide it. If you feel good about the story after reading it, say it out loud—go to the comment section of Tomato Novel to leave a message, go to Today's Toutiao to repost and like it, go to the circle of friends and shout: "I am chasing a story about Chixi Village, it makes me laugh to death!" Let more people see these good stories, let more people's mobile phones be "polluted" by Zhang Dapao, and let more people's hearts store the warmth and strength from the Hakka mountain villages in western Fujian. Finally, I sincerely thank you all for your time and effort in reading Mr. Lao's works in your busy schedule. That you are willing to take the time to read these stories shows that they are worthwhile. Where is the value? The value is that they are not made-up jokes, but grown crops. It grew bit by bit from the red soil in Chixi Village, from the roots of the old banyan tree, from the fireworks in front of the stove, and from the weeds on the field ridges. They are alive, rooted, earthy and human. This kind of story is worth following, worth waiting for, and worth recommending to everyone you care about. Remember! Tomato Novel, Tomato Music, Toutiao Express Edition, Toutiao, Wukong Browser, Danhua, Changdu Novel - seven platforms are online simultaneously, search for "Data Self-Defense Techniques" to get direct access! Move your fingers, search now, and take a look first! Please pay attention to the identification when searching. Only user 26182811 is our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. Don't go to the wrong door or admit the wrong person! After reading it, remember to leave a message and tell Mr. Fu: Whose story do you most want to read in the next issue? Is it Zhang Dapao's new battlefield, Duke Deshou's career as a carpenter, or Grandma Zhang's full version of "Please Yue Gu"? You order and the old man cooks! If you say you want to read it, he will write it! See you in the story, folks!

516 我 I Swap Bodies with the Goddess Explanation Brings FragranceUrban411k WordsCompleted 864Reads8.8Score—Shelves

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Multiple female protagonists swap bodies, it's fun and the characters are vivid

517 这 In This Life, It Will Be Me Who Plots Against You Cheng'erAncient Romance220k WordsCompleted 155Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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This ancient palace fighting novel features a heroine who not only avenged her original owner, but also gained the love of a pair for a lifetime, and finally became a miracle doctor and a queen respected by all people. Recommend!

521 来 Someone Come! Give Me This Fish Stall Don't Make Soup or PorridgeModern Romance205k WordsCompleted —Reads—Score—Shelves

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Please take a look! Unconventional system!

524 英 The Age of Heroic Spirits: I Can Simulate Infinite Possibilities A Thought of EmptinessUrban2.4M WordsOngoing 64.8kReads8.5Score5.8kShelves

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A good article about high-quality unlimited streaming simulator and a cool article about urban martial arts. This book is definitely good to read.

527 3 Unlock the Tycoon’s Hot-Socked School Beauty for 398, and She’ll Come Home with Me Flying FeiyangyangUrban687k WordsOngoing 6.4kReads5.8Score326Shelves

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Shenhao only recognizes it, the plot is not procrastinating, the protagonist is also smart, and there is no forced slap in the face, it really doesn't poke [smile][smile]

529 数 Data Self-Defense Techniques User2618281131k WordsCompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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Folks, young and old! I took out my mobile phone and raised my ears. I am not going to set up a dragon gate formation today, but I am here to tell you some great news! The five stories that came out of our Chixi Village - yes, those five baby bumps that made you laugh so hard you cried while chasing them, and you want to cry again after reading them - are now all online! Tomato Novels, Tomato Music, Toutiao Express Edition, Toutiao, Wukong Browser, Danhua, and Changdu Novels are all available simultaneously on seven platforms. You can find them all by searching for "Data Self-Defense Techniques". There is no shortage of any one! Let me tell you one by one, how worth reading these five stories are. The first one, "Data Self-Defense". The most hard-core battle in Zhang Dapao's life was with his mobile phone. After eating a bowl of jelly, the mobile phone recommended the recipe for jelly; when I touched my bald head, the mobile phone recommended anti-hair loss shampoo; after bowing to the gods three times, the mobile phone recommended temple guides. He stuffed his cell phone into the desk drawer, and a faint sentence came from the crack of the drawer - "Do not disturb mode has been set for you." Since then, the Chixi Village Digital Self-Defense Force has been established, and twelve combat rules are plastered all over the old banyan tree at the entrance of the village. The whole village pretended to be fishing enthusiasts and flooded the sky with fishing advertisements; the vice president of an Internet giant drove a black car into the village to negotiate in person, but was beaten to a disgrace by Zhang Dapao. This story tells you a truth: Every time you click, you are being watched; but you can choose - be watched honestly, or use fake data as a weapon to fight against them! The laughter is as crunchy as fried beans, and the fun is as satisfying as gulping down a bowl of jelly in the dog days of summer! The second one is the Declaration of Human Rights in Data. Zhang Dapao led more than 200 people from ten miles and eight towns to write 18 "data rights" under the old banyan tree for three days and three nights. Shui Heng, a retired Chinese language teacher, tremblingly took out the constitution and said that there was a legal basis for this matter. Law professor Sun Zhengqing came from the provincial capital and wrote a long article criticizing them as a "dangerous farce." Guess what? Zhang Dapao recorded a video response. He did not curse or get in trouble. He was reasonable and well-founded and even invited the professor to come to the village to drink rice wine. The professor really came. After three bowls of rice wine, he put down all his arrogance. He got up the next day and took the initiative to help them write the academic annotated version! Professor Sun wrote in the preface: "Without these flesh and blood, the law is just a skeleton; with these flesh and blood, the law has warmth." A declaration written by farmers using a homework book finally entered the field of vision of the Legal Affairs Committee of the National People's Congress. Happy or not? Happy! To relieve the anger or not? Relieve your anger! The third one is "Dialect Voice Bank". Zhang Dapao came back from Beijing and brought back a latest smartphone. He said to it in Hakka dialect, "Sister, the sun is so bright today." The phone replied coldly with four words - "Unrecognized language". Zhang Dapao was so angry that he lost a few more hairs, so he turned around and started a voice bank. Ninety-two-year-old Qiu Ashou recited a poem that prefaces generations, and the names of more than forty ancestors were recited so that everyone present fell silent; eighty-six-year-old Grandma Zhang recited a poem "Please Yue Gu", saying that her grandmother passed it on to her mother, and her mother passed it on to her, and no one would know it after she left; Old Mrs. Lan cried first in the middle of her wedding song, with tears flowing down her wrinkles, but her voice was as steady as a taut string. The most amazing thing is that this voice bank finally attracted an AI company to cooperate in developing Hakka smart speakers. Even though the Hakka grandmother didn't speak Mandarin, she could still say to the speaker, "The weather is so good today," and the speaker would reply to her in authentic Chixi dialect. Fu Shuiheng said: There is a word in Hakka called "falling into the water", which means "rain" in Mandarin. But you taste it, you taste it carefully - is "falling into the water" more graphic than "raining"? In other words, it's a different way of looking at the world. The fourth, "Traditional Crafts Memory Bank". The 87-year-old old carpenter De Shougong has been making coffins all his life and is known as "Coffin Qiu". He didn't use a single nail to build the coffin, all he relied on was mortise and tenon. Zhang Dapao asked him why the tenon should be cut at an angle, and he said "at an angle just right"; what does "just right" mean? You'll know after you try it a hundred times. Blacksmith Chen said that the quenching should be "cherry red", not bright red or dark red, but cherry red; what is cherry red? You'll know it after you've burned it a hundred times. Shen Atupan Tuyao's method of mastering the arc is - "Twist your butt to the left until you can see the top of the third tree behind you. This arc is correct." All these "feelings" were photographed by Zhang Dapao and stored in the craft memory bank. What makes people's hearts sink the most is what Duke Desu said: "Four generations of single inheritance, when it comes to me, it is broken." These words are heavier than the coffin with all mortise and tenon joints. The most surprising thing is that Shen Atu's son Shen Zhifeng, who works as a programmer in Xiamen, returned to the village and stored his 21 years of tacit knowledge of programming in his memory bank - code structure, debugging ideas, and even how he quarreled with the product manager were recorded. Fu Shuiheng wrote a sentence and posted it under the old banyan tree: "All crafts are traditional crafts." The fifth one is "Home-cooked Recipes for World Heritage". Mr. Fu Shuiheng is seventy-three years old. On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he took a bite of fried beans bought in the town, chewed them twice and vomited them all - "No, this is not the taste of my father's fried beans!" His father, Fu Shuncai, only added salt and no oil to the fried beans. He stir-fried them slowly over low heat until every bean was just right. After forty years of frying, there was not a single burnt bean. His mother Yang Hui'e's dipping sauce for white chopped chicken is even more amazing - turmeric, spicy potatoes, huoxiang, and duck fragrance, all of which are wild grasses that can be seen everywhere on the fields in Chixi Village. But the dipping sauce she prepared, Fu Shuiheng has traveled most of China without having a second serving. Three old people who had eaten Fu Shuncai's fried beans were invited to do the appraisal. Ninety-one-year-old Qiu Bingwang chewed one, and tears rolled down his cheeks as he chewed: "When your father was frying beans, he held the spatula in his hand, and his heart was with his son. The best seasoning in the world is not salt, but the love of parents for their children. There is no way to copy the heart." After listening to this, Fu Shuiheng finally couldn't hold back his tears as he faced the plate of fried beans. He named his parents' dishes - "Fu Shuncai's fried beans", "Yang Hui'e's white chopped chicken" and "Yang Hui'e's spicy potatoes and wine". The first deposit in the home-cooked recipe memory bank, number JCC-001. These five stories are each more absurd and funnier than the last, but your nose will get sore when you laugh, and your heart will get hot when you laugh. They are all about us ordinary people - what should you do if your privacy is stolen? What should I do if no one understands your dialect? What should you do if your father and mother's craftsmanship and taste are about to be lost? Zhang Dapao asked and answered these questions for you. The answer may not necessarily be a standard answer, but it must be the most down-to-earth, the most smoky, and the one that makes you feel like "I've encountered this before." Every story is alive, with roots and soil, with the smell of dew in Hakka mountain villages in western Fujian and the smoke of fireworks in front of the stove, like a bowl of home-brewed rice wine, with a slightly sweet taste and a long aftertaste. Folks, these five stories can only be written by one person - our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng! The old man is seventy-three years old this year. Before his retirement, he taught Chinese at No. 1 Middle School in Liancheng County and has been dealing with ancient Chinese and composition texts all his life. Even after he retired, he was still busy and wrote a story about the people, things, and flavor of Chixi Village. The writing is so vivid, as if you were sitting under the old banyan tree with a bowl of jelly in your hand, watching Zhang Dapao arguing with his mobile phone, listening to Duke Deshou scolding the coffin board, and smelling the aroma of Fu Shuncai's fried beans wafting over from sixty years ago. Where can I find such a good story and such a good author? So today I am here, on behalf of all those who follow these five stories, I sound the charge to Mr. Fu Shuiheng! Sir, please continue writing! We will read as much as you write! You write down all the field ridges, stoves, banyan trees, folk songs, medicinal herbs, and fried beans in Chixi Village, and we will follow them all! The Zhang Dapao in your work is still tossing, the coffin of Duke De Shougong is still being beaten, Grandma Zhang is still reciting the words "Please Yuegu", and Fu Shuncai's fried beans are still crackling in the pot - you continue to bring these living people and things to us, and we will take them all according to the order, without missing a single one! And our readers, you are the greatest power! Every search, every comment, every like, and every retweet you make is recharging the old man's energy. Your preference is the greatest motivation and source of Mr. Fu Shuiheng's creation. So don't hide it. If you feel good about the story after reading it, say it out loud—go to the comment section of Tomato Novel to leave a message, go to Today's Toutiao to repost and like it, go to the circle of friends and shout: "I am chasing a story about Chixi Village, it makes me laugh to death!" Let more people see these good stories, let more people's mobile phones be "polluted" by Zhang Dapao, and let more people's hearts store the warmth and strength from the Hakka mountain villages in western Fujian. Finally, I sincerely thank you all for your time and effort in reading Mr. Lao's works in your busy schedule. The fact that you are willing to take the time to read these stories shows that they are worthwhile. Where is the value? The value is that they are not made-up jokes, but grown crops. It grew bit by bit from the red soil in Chixi Village, from the roots of the old banyan tree, from the fireworks in front of the stove, and from the weeds on the field ridges. They are alive, rooted, earthy and human. This kind of story is worth following, worth waiting for, and worth recommending to everyone you care about. Remember! Tomato Novel, Tomato Music, Toutiao Express Edition, Toutiao, Wukong Browser, Danhua, Changdu Novel - seven platforms are online simultaneously, search for "Data Self-Defense Technique" to reach it directly! Move your fingers, search now, and take a look first! Please pay attention to the identification when searching. Only user 26182811 is our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. Don't go to the wrong door or admit the wrong person! After reading it, remember to leave a message and tell Mr. Fu: Whose story do you most want to read in the next issue? Is it Zhang Dapao's new battlefield, Duke Deshou's career as a carpenter, or Grandma Zhang's full version of "Please Yue Gu"? You order and the old man cooks! If you say you want to read it, he will write it! See you in the story, folks!

534 乡 The Little Miracle Doctor in the Countryside Is so Happy A Paper FlagUrban200k WordsCompleted 6.2kReads7.0Score298Shelves

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It's nice to watch. The author is really good at playing.

535 中 Starting as a Secondary School Student, I Went Crazy in the Factory Heart RainbowModern Romance443k WordsOngoing 48.8kReads8.1Score5.5kShelves

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It's a period story. Instead of going to the countryside, the heroine is admitted to a technical secondary school and assigned to a state-owned factory. Hold the knowledge of modern machinery and work hard to build a career.

539 那 My Happy Past in Dongguan During Those Years In Front of the Courtyard with Sparse ShadowsUrban299k WordsCompleted 14.5kReads5.8Score1.3kShelves

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A super nice book☆╭(╯ε╰)╮

544 开 Death Sentence from the Start: How Can I Survive Without a Heart of Stone? When the Brush Falls, the Wind Runs WildUrban5.8M WordsOngoing 15.5kReads6.5Score1.1kShelves

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[Fifty-five million plus, ready for slaughter! ] [Decisive Killing + Dark Revenge + Invincible Style] [Energy is obtained from killing people, and breaking through the situation is like drinking water! This is the invincible flow! ] Long Kai was transformed into a death row prisoner and started in prison! System Awakening: Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill from prison to the starry sky, from mortal to Taoist master. Kill until you become powerful and go berserk, kill until you are invincible. The feet step on the bones of the royal court, and the sword points to the source of the sea of ​​stars. The so-called geniuses and monsters are just a bunch of local chickens and dogs! ! Kill kill kill! ! !

546 帮 After Helping My Senior Sister Detoxify, She Actually Wanted to Be My Taoist Companion Chen Lao HaoEastern Fantasy490k WordsOngoing 5.1kReads8.0Score470Shelves

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Highly recommended [Single female protagonist] [Double male and female protagonist] [Daily Love] [Non-routine] [There are so many female protagonists! Supporting characters will also have emotional lines Luo Fanshuang is the senior sister of Wandao Sect. She is cold and cold, a spiritual wizard who meets once in ten thousand years, and is recognized by the whole sect as the moon in the sky. But this fairy happened to fall in love with a good-for-nothing junior brother who came out of the service yard and had a broken spiritual root. Because only Luo Fanshuang himself knew what shocking secrets that seemingly inconspicuous junior brother hid. When the cold poison broke out and her life was hanging by a thread, he was the one who saved her. When the evil demon broke through and destroyed the sect, he used his Qi refining body to protect the entire Wandao Sect. Everyone in the world lamented that the senior sister protected her shortcomings and pampered a handyman junior brother to heaven. Little did she know that from the beginning to the end, it was the seemingly useless junior brother who stood in front of her and blocked all the wind and rain for her. And Chen Hao just wanted to say: At the beginning, I really just wanted to help senior sister detoxify!

550 京 Beijing-Hong Kong Landu A Book Worth Tens of Millions of ProfitsModern Romance551k WordsOngoing 13.1kReads8.9Score1.5kShelves

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A niche book, well written