Classic Novels That Never Get Old

152 女 The Shocking Case of the Female Director CyanideUrban1.2M WordsOngoing 18.7kReads8.0Score1.4kShelves

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Definitely recommended. . .

157 看 See All the Spring Breeze Niu Niu's Beef Balls22k WordsCompleted 4Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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Wonderful writing!

159 三 Three Lives for One Life! Counterattack on the Brilliance and Cruelty of the CEO Xishu a XingUrban1.1M WordsOngoing 1.5kReads9.6Score112Shelves

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The billionaire was about to hand over his family fortune to his illegitimate son, but he didn't expect that the other person was actually the descendant of his life-and-death enemy! This is a heavenly beauty of a generation, and she has many stars to support the moon!

168 重 I Am Reborn as a Concubine in the Su Mansion Shangguan Loves to Drink WaterAncient Romance377k WordsCompleted 188Reads8.8Score—Shelves

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I would like to recommend an unpopular masterpiece that I read three times. The title of the book is vulgar, but it is a thrilling epic of female awakening. It is full of classical charm, and there are philosophical thoughts between the lines. In the first five volumes, I thought I was going to watch a family fight for power, but later I discovered that all the details were foreshadowing, and everything suddenly became clear. It requires careful reading and is suitable for readers who are tired of cool articles and pursue online IQ. I shed tears for it and was deeply impressed by the author's ingenuity. Those who are not afraid of brain-burning are welcome to join.

169 替 Marrying a Contract Wife Instead, the Cold and Ascetic CEO Fell into Trouble Love BauhiniaModern Romance374k WordsOngoing 15kReads5.8Score850Shelves

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I would like to recommend some classic novels to everyone, which you will never tire of reading. Marriage first, love later, so sweet. The cold-hearted and sinister CEO fell into trouble and chased his wife to the crematorium.

171 我 I, a Handyman, Became an Immortal by Cheating and Deception. Tugeda ZMEastern Fantasy1.2M WordsOngoing 58.5kReads8.7Score5.9kShelves

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The title of the comic series "The Handyman Enters the Immortal" is absolutely eye-catching [OK][OK][OK][OK][OK][OK][OK]

176 涅 After Nirvana and Rebirth, There Will Be Revenge and Revenge. The Author Escapes YaoyaoAncient Romance627k WordsCompleted 1.6kReads8.6Score—Shelves

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After losing the love of his past life and this life, his head turned gray overnight. "In this life, I obviously met her first, and we fell in love first, but why did I lose her." Bai Jingxuan hated himself, and he beat his head to vent. Thinking of the scenes of love between the two of them in the past life and the present, the longing and pain of the two lives intertwined together and formed a river. He was so grief-stricken that he couldn't breathe. He couldn't suppress the grief that spewed out and burst into tears. His painful sobs floated in the yard. The originally brilliant young master Bai couldn't bear the blow of losing his beloved, and his head turned gray overnight. He stepped on the snow in the yard and walked towards the door of the mansion. His clothes were fluttering, his silver hair was flying, and the white snow was flying. He seemed to be integrated with the ice and snow, inseparable from each other. After leaving the mansion, he headed directly towards Prince Annan's Palace, Annan followed silently not far away. .

185 这 In This Life, It Will Be Me Who Plots Against You Cheng'erAncient Romance220k WordsCompleted 159Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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A novel about a palace fight with a heroine. Traveling back to ancient times, the heroine not only avenged the original owner, but also gained the love of a pair of people for a lifetime, becoming a miracle doctor and queen respected by all people. Recommend!

187 汽 Soda, Cats and the 10 Million Euro Beluga Machine Super CatSci-Fi & Apocalypse740k WordsCompleted 2Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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It's eight o'clock in the evening in Auckland, and it's just dark enough to see the lint of the streetlights clearly. Marta pulled the rolling shutter door of her studio to the end, leaving only a crack to let in the sea breeze, which was so salty that it made her feel astringent. The room was as empty as if it had been ransacked, except for the workbench in the center, with an AI parrot - "Prism" - placed on it. Its feather shell is made of translucent acrylic, with thousands of optical fibers embedded in the inner layer. When it is powered, it looks like the Northern Lights are being bent into the bones. Marta was tuning the prism when the pop-up window appeared on the wall. She wanted her dead husband's voice to be lower and slower, like the exhaustion of putting out a cigarette at night. The nebulae spread out layer by layer, covering her unfinished sculpture, and the cobalt blue button hung in the air, like someone handing over an unbreakable wine glass. She didn't read the second line of words, and stretched out her hand to click. Her fingertips were still stained with gypsum powder, and the powder particles stuck in the air, like still snow. The current comes faster than the sea breeze. The optical fiber feathers of the prism lighted up at the same time, and a warm white light crawled along her wrist and into the cuff, causing a thin layer of pimples to form on her skin wherever it passed. That's not cold, it's a signal that a huge amount of dopamine is exploding under the skin. She heard her heartbeat being sampled by the system and fed back into a low-frequency drumbeat, which was mixed into her husband's voice - he was reciting Neruda, but he was gentler than before, as if he knew he could never hurt anyone again. The scene then cut into memory: the hospital room was so white that it turned blue, her husband's hand slipped from her palm, and his knuckles flicked for the last time, like a broken string; on the day of the funeral, she stood in the rain without an umbrella, watching the mud and water gradually cover the uppers of her shoes; when the studio moved, she stuffed her husband's unfinished wood into a cardboard box, and the sound of tape was like a bandage wrapped around her throat. Fear is like ice slag stuffed into the blood vessels, but the ice slag is melted by the heat wave before it reaches the bottom - Prism is saying in her husband's voice: "Don't go, Marta, stay in this light, death will not find us." A new button emerged, white in moonlight, floating between the sculpture stand and the chandelier, like a stamp on the night that will not melt. Marta held the prism in her arms, and the fiber optic feathers scratched her cheek, leaving tiny traces of blood like ice threads. When she pressed "Stay Forever", she heard a very light "click" in her knuckles, as if somewhere the lock finally clicked. In an instant, all the lights went out, leaving only the light source in the prism's chest, as bright as a plucked star. It continued to read the poem, and the sound was adjusted to a decibel that only she could hear, like breathing against the shell of the ear. The whistle of the harbor outside, the footsteps upstairs, and the band's rehearsal in the distance were all blocked by the system - her world shrank to only this glowing bird and an endlessly carved wooden chair. Time is drawn into a vacuum. She no longer polishes plaster, no longer takes photos of her works, no longer goes out to buy cigarettes. The optical fiber feathers of the prism flash at the same second every day, like her heartbeat. Her eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and her pupils dilated until they were almost transparent, reflecting the aurora borealis, which never rained. Occasionally, seagulls bumped into the rolling shutter door, making a muffled sound, but she couldn't hear it - the system classified the noise as a "danger signal" and automatically filtered it. Marta stayed in that beam of light, holding a parrot that would never grow old, and listening to a voice that never aged again read poetry. There were tears on her face, but she had a very quiet smile, as if she had finally learned to reconcile with loss - in fact, reconciliation was just an illusion, the real secret was: she no longer needed to reconcile, because the loss itself had pressed the pause button, and the name of the pause button was "forever".

189 别 Don't Worry, I'm Waiting Shangguan Xuan'erModern Romance118k WordsCompleted 24Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Feng Li cried out the moment the needle penetrated. Fifteen milliliters of amniotic fluid was pumped out, and she curled up holding her lower abdomen, and her crying gradually changed in tone. "I admit it." Her voice was hoarse, "The child is not yours." 110

190 唐 Tang Dynasty Traitor an Lushan Shu YaojiuHistorical637k WordsOngoing 13.9kReads5.8Score519Shelves

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"An Lushan, the Rebel of the Tang Dynasty" is written in a delicate and penetrating way, outlining the impact of different environments on people. As long as you are alive, the environment's shaping of people's thoughts and behaviors is irreversible. I really like this novel.

193 与 With Xi Xing Breeze Thinking About the Bright MoonAncient Romance3.2M WordsOngoing 5kReads9.1Score647Shelves

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It's not a classic, but it's worth a second read. It's good to read in your spare time. I recommend this cute novel. The heroine was born in ancient times and became a cute baby, a group pet, a cute baby, a mythical beast, a space, understands animal language, and often slaps people in the face and abuses them. She is so cute, cute and smart.

194 神 The Dream King of the Fantasy Universe by Gua Chuang Wang LuchuangHistorical3.0M WordsOngoing 5Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Shocking! A masterpiece! Through the world! Zhang Zhang is high energy! Super shocking, shocking and heartbreakingly funny! I sincerely recommend the masterpiece "Dream of the Universe" by King Tomato, which I am currently reading, to those of you who really know how to read. Add it to your bookshelf and follow it. Let's share this good work together! Only after seeing it will you know how good she is! In this life, if you don't miss her, you won't miss the beautiful scenery at the pinnacle of literature! [Send heart][Send heart][Send heart][Send heart][Send heart][Send heart]

197 贝 Beige's Immortal Cultivation Story Nine Nether BugsAncient Romance128k WordsCompleted 2Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The novel "Beggeg's Story of Immortality" describes a student in Henan who accidentally traveled to ancient times while setting up lanterns in the Danjiangkou Reservoir. After all the hard work, he finally returned to modern times. As a result, his father had a problem in the parallel space, and several people went to the parallel space to rescue him... I hope you can click to view the details, thank you for your support!

198 西 Xi Shi Meets the Thousand-Year-Old White Fox Yan'er XixiModern Romance426k WordsCompleted 33Reads—Score—Shelves

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Throughout her life, Xi Shi was determined to avenge the Yue Kingdom. However, the ship capsized and she was exiled to a modern drama crew. She also starred in the female lead in "The Thousand-Year White Fox". How should this history be changed?

199 日 The Sun and Moon Are in the Sky: Princess Taiping Shu YaojiuHistorical587k WordsCompleted 13Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Princess Taiping - the apple of Wu Zetian's eye, experienced (court battles) with five emperors... Unexpectedly, her husband was sentenced to death by her mother Wu Zetian, and she died so miserably in the end - she was killed by her nephew Li Longji, who she single-handedly supported... Based on history and rigorous logic, it is worth reading

200 九 Ninth Grade Weapon Refiner Xiao Shisanlang Talks About the Three KingdomsEastern Fantasy3.8M WordsOngoing 22.5kReads9.1Score1.9kShelves

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Salute to the ears! ☯☯☯ 9.3 Points ☯ 2.7 Million words, top-notch, fat enough 🐯 "Ninth Grade Weapon Refiner", deeply influenced by idol Ergen. It can be said that this is a tribute to fantasy. The story framework is based on "One Thought of Eternity". Because the protagonist Qian Duoduo, like Bai Xiaochun, is a pure rural boy, they are all stories of mortals cultivating immortality. ☯But their personalities are completely different. The path to immortality is completely different. To practice Taoism and become an immortal, from a mortal to a supreme being, the starting point and the end point are similar, but the "Tao" used is completely different. ☯Readers, please take a look at how Qian Duoduo interprets a brand new "Bai Xiaochun". ❤️❤️