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1032 病 The Yandere School Beauty Said She Loved Me and Imprisoned Me WsgstiandaoModern Romance11k WordsCompleted 30Reads9.1Score—Shelves

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Nice yandere short story

1043 曹 Cao Cao Traveled to Chengdu in 2026 and Ran the Court for Hua Tuo? Backward Behind Backward12k WordsCompleted 5Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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This is a linked series

1044 我 After I Dedicated Myself to the Country, My Brothers Collapsed In Full Swing19k WordsCompleted 28.4kReads9.8Score623Shelves

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The short story is finished, it's so good, the ending is great

1047 腐 Fu Moli: Karma Perjury Dou Cheng Ba Ye30k WordsCompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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Chang'an City on the Lantern Festival should not be so dead. @ Douchengbaye I was standing on the second floor of an abandoned wine shop in the West City, holding half of the unfinished residual wine in my hand. The wine is sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewed by Mrs. Wang from the shop next door. At this time, it would have been robbed by those barbaric merchants. Now half of the jar is left, lying at my feet, with a layer of dust falling on the mouth of the jar. There should have been a bustle of people downstairs, and the sound of silk, bamboo and orchestra should have flowed over the roof like a tide, filling people's ears. The West Market is the bloodline of this country, with Hu merchants, Han merchants, jewelry traders from Persia, and slave traders from Tibet, all three religions and nine streams, a mixture of good and bad. The Lantern Festival is the most lively time of the year, and the lanterns all over the city can turn the sky red. But now, there is only the sound of chewing. The wet, sticky swallowing sound sounded like someone chewing water-soaked soil, or like some large animal grinding its teeth. I heard this sound once. Twelve years ago in Youzhou, there was a famine that year and it was this sound that came from the homes of people who changed their children to eat. But then it was cannibalism, and now - now I can't tell what it is. The world has changed, starting tonight.

1048 湘 Record of Driving Corpses in Xiangxi: People's Hearts Are Full of Ghosts Dou Cheng Ba Ye30k WordsCompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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Chang'an City on the Lantern Festival should not be so dead. @ Douchengbaye I was standing on the second floor of an abandoned wine shop in the West City, holding half of the unfinished residual wine in my hand. The wine is sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewed by Mrs. Wang from the shop next door. At this time, it would have been robbed by those barbaric merchants. Now half of the jar is left, lying at my feet, with a layer of dust falling on the mouth of the jar. There should have been a bustle of people downstairs, and the sound of silk, bamboo and orchestra should have flowed over the roof like a tide, filling people's ears. The West Market is the bloodline of this country, with Hu merchants, Han merchants, jewelry traders from Persia, and slave traders from Tibet, all three religions and nine schools mixed together. The Lantern Festival is the most lively time of the year, and the lanterns all over the city can turn the sky red. But now, there is only the sound of chewing. The wet, sticky swallowing sound sounded like someone chewing water-soaked soil, or like some large animal grinding its teeth. I heard this sound once. Twelve years ago in Youzhou, there was a famine that year, and this was the sound that came from the homes of people who changed their children to eat. But then it was cannibalism, and now—now I can't tell what kind of cannibalism it is. The world has changed, starting tonight.

1052 你 What Are You Begging Me to Do? Go with Your Bai Yueguang A Portion of Fried Rice9k WordsCompleted 10Reads9.8Score—Shelves

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A very good short story, one can be read in about ten minutes.

1054 白 During the Day, I Am My Boss, but at Night, I Am Called My Husband. Kanaduo7k WordsCompleted 24Reads9.8Score—Shelves

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God among gods, no need to ask more, the new book is a hot recommendation, passed down from person to person, I hope it will be passed on, I can't stop! ! !