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551 此 After That, He Took Refuge in Buddhism Nineteen MistakesModern Romance179k WordsCompleted 4.6kReads9.4Score517Shelves

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[Note] The male protagonist is a soldier and the female protagonist is a female celebrity. When Fu Yusheng met Xu Yanqing, he was 17 years old, wearing bright clothes and angry horses. When Xu Yanqing met Fu Yusheng, he was 25 years old and had a popular career. PS: It's not a sibling relationship~ The two are high school alumni. The male protagonist had a crush on the female protagonist when he was 17 years old. The female protagonist didn't know the male protagonist at that time. When they met later, the female protagonist was already 25 years old.

553 S S13: from Begging Anchor to Grand Slam ChipasSports1.8M WordsCompleted 37.6kReads9.1Score2.6kShelves

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I think these two are the top novels in the LOL genre!!! The author is the strongest king of LOL and writes novels for you!!! Detail. Eye position. Arrest people. Position. Site. Figure. Data. There are also various picture introductions!!! Others are top notch

554 弃 Surviving on a Forsaken Star: Combine Identical Junk into Brand-New Gear Wang ZilüSci-Fi & Apocalypse3.1M WordsCompleted 110.2kReads9.1Score14.2kShelves

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The first and second books are both urban. They are relatively relaxed and funny without brainless plots. The third is about ancient time travel. The author's writing style is very good. He seems to have graduated from a PhD in liberal arts. There are many good poems written by the author in the book. The fourth is about science fiction. It must be a masterpiece produced by Wang Ziji. The fifth is about group portraits. It is very beautiful. It can only be said to be another pinnacle work, praising fate [Chigua]

556 盗 Stealing Pens: the Days of Working Illegally in the Zhang Family Can't Steam Rice WellMystery2.7M WordsOngoing 25.2kReads9.2Score2.4kShelves

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It took me a long time to find this book. I have almost never seen this book on the recommended books, but it is definitely among the top three of Tomato's stolen books (I won't say the first one because I haven't read some of them). I don't need to say more to know the level of this book after reading one chapter. The author really tried his best to fit in with the original work.

557 我 I, the Immortal of the Ming Dynasty, Have Experienced Sixteen Emperors Qing HongHistorical8.4M WordsOngoing 236kReads9.4Score17.9kShelves

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The protagonist of the first book is an Immortal who has gone through the 16 dynasties of the Ming Dynasty (it is a Ming Dynasty heirloom ordered by Taizu personally [smile] [smile]), but the historical cycle has its own track after all, and manpower will eventually be exhausted, so Yong Qinghou can only change the situation that he can control, but cannot change the trend of history. If you like it, you can read [Send Heart] [Send Heart] The second very good post-apocalyptic explosion system text (not the red alert system) has no superpowers and is purely technological, and the characters in it have online IQs. It is not a purely mindless and cool text, and has no too many poisonous points. Please feel free to eat it [Send heart][Send heart]

558 浴 Reborn from the Ashes: from Troubled Times to Glory The Cute Cat GodUrban1.2M WordsOngoing 4.2kReads9.2Score269Shelves

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The rebirth of a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War returns to the Anti-Japanese War to save the country and the people. It is unsystematic and realistic. The writing style is simple and delicate. Dear friends who like the rebirth of the Anti-Japanese War espionage story, thank you for your support😊

561 练 Practicing Qi for 100 Million Years Strawberry Flavored SodaEastern Fantasy1.3M WordsOngoing 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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The mystery of life adds a strong sense of mystery to this work. The protagonist's life is like a huge mystery, attracting readers to constantly explore the truth. As the plot progresses, the mystery is gradually revealed, which is amazing and makes the protagonist's growth path more challenging and unknown. This setting not only increases the suspense of the story, but also makes readers look forward to the mystery of the protagonist's life experience.

562 无 Infinite Rebirth Just to Kill the Male Protagonist Mosquito Who Loves Watching Sadistic DramasModern Romance1.1M WordsCompleted 482Reads9.4Score102Shelves

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I pushed it, and was dissuaded by the label, but if you insist on reading it, it will make people's eyes brighter.

563 诡 Weird? It Feels Like a System Mark of the DawnUrban881k WordsOngoing 3Reads—Score—Shelves

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"Do you have any regrets?" A voice that didn't know where it came from sounded. "... It seems that we have never been together. It's a bit regretful." The woman knelt on the ground and hugged the man in her arms. She had a gentle smile on her face, but the smile was a bit far-fetched. "You still have the same smile as when we met, just like the first time we met on the roof, but I can't seem to hold you." The man didn't know if he made a sound. The serious injury made him deaf long ago. The vision in front of him gradually darkened, and he turned around and looked outside the mountain, ah... It seemed like? She could no longer see the rising dawn. "What I picked up this time was not you on the phone." After saying that, she pressed her lips to hers, but she missed the target and stuck to the soil. Just like Solarion's eternity, the light of dawn rose from the darkness, and the colors of dawn and dusk hit her face, across the soil, and across her face. "... I haven't finished the story from last time." She picked up the hat on the ground, put it on her head, put on ill-fitting men's clothes, and kept rubbing her hands, like a bad magician. Let's start from the end. Later, the hero climbed to the top of the mountain and shouted to the dawn: "Dawn, I borrowed a beam of light from you during the day, and I don't know how I can return it to you." The hero rummaged through the treasures on his body, and the treasures shone brightly in the sunset. "Hero, you have returned your light to me a long time ago. When the sun shines, your crystal soul is like the most beautiful gem. I have accepted the brilliant light." Her mouth was slurred, but she still told the old story. Her hands, which were red from being rubbed by herself, tightly held the corner of the coat. I am not Dawn, but "You are my hero."

564 华 Concubine Hua Dressed up as Madam Hou to Tidy up the Whole Family Burning ZhengAncient Romance405k WordsOngoing 230Reads—Score150Shelves

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Push it, it feels good, you can take a look

565 道 Fellow Taoist, Why Is Your Human Emperor Flag Emitting Black Smoke? He an Is Very SimpleMystery1.1M WordsCompleted 100.1kReads9.3Score9.3kShelves

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The side sect can also reach the sky! The poor Taoist has always been less courageous. He will cut the weeds without removing the root, so he can't sleep at night! Jie, Jie, Jie, Jie... The poor Taoist congratulates you, this is your big disaster!

566 幻 Fantasy Partner Rice Fish ManUrban173k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Try this? Anyway, I am quite tolerant of works. Urban high martial arts + system + cool writing. The protagonist's biggest shining point should be that he cares deeply for his brothers and thinks of his friends when using his abilities.

567 祁 Qi Tongwei: My 40-Year-Old Father The Little Blacksmith Who Writes Stories2.3M WordsOngoing 39.8kReads8.4Score1.6kShelves

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This book is about Qi Tongwei's father who was reborn and joined the army to become the commander of the military region, and then cheated on Qi Tongwei.

568 八 No. 8 Ecological Tear Beast Type L-27Sci-Fi & Apocalypse1.3M WordsCompleted 6.8kReads8.9Score581Shelves

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I unloaded a lot of books and couldn't find them. I'm currently chasing the first two. I haven't read the third in a long time and it's good in my memory. I won't talk about the fourth. I've already read the fifth and recommend it.

570 人 I Have a Split Personality, Awakening to an Unknown Sequence Let DownUrban1.5M WordsCompleted 18.5kReads8.4Score1.6kShelves

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🔥14,000 Hours recommended! ! ! 🔥 💥① [Brain-burning, exciting, crazy criticism of the protagonist] In order to enter the real world, the protagonist hypnotizes himself to actively split into a second personality, and then kidnaps a group of people, and finally commits suicide by detonating a bomb himself, awakening the divine power: breaking illusions, bloody killings... 💥② All human beings travel through other worlds, the protagonist rebels at the beginning, leads the slaves to occupy the mobile city and becomes the city lord, begins to develop civilization, and moves toward the sea of ​​stars! 💥③The protagonist awakens the eight masks and creates a light and dark wine shop!

573 网 Online Games Reshape Life Wang DuziSports1.5M WordsOngoing 5.4kReads5.8Score343Shelves

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It's a parody and ridicule style novel, let's read it together.

576 无 Infinite Apocalypse: Super Cheat Every Time You Sign In! Change the SituationSci-Fi & Apocalypse1.3M WordsCompleted 42.9kReads8.9Score2.8kShelves

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High ratings, high number of online viewers,

577 我 My Heroic Appearance Is World-Class! I Can't ReadSports1.6M WordsCompleted 15.5kReads9.2Score1.5kShelves

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1. Online game type. The protagonist can change from male to female. 2. It is also an online game. The early stage is okay. If you can continue reading, please see Chapter 200 and quit. There are no more cute players. 3. Future type. There is no aura or super power. When the protagonist group kills monsters, they can drop things like props. Of course, it is not 100%. In short, you can watch it. 4. As in the title 5, who can refuse a happy puppy, healing type

587 初 First Return Mo YimaMystery442k WordsOngoing 27Reads—Score—Shelves

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Now I look like the neatly stacked frozen meat in the supermarket. "But frozen meat can't think." A cold thought suddenly penetrated his mind. It had no beginning and no end. It did not belong to Yihong, but it accurately fit his mind. "I agree." After realizing it, Yihong was so frightened that he wanted to do the Wing Chun attack. After realizing that he was still in the ice wall, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm scaring myself." It's all because of this damn place, it's almost causing me to have a schizophrenia. "Why do you think you can just ignore this matter?" "Ah! Hold the grass!" Yihong felt as if his heart was growing muscle. In front of him was a weird, dank man. He must have thought he was cool when he was wearing a mask, and his hair was so wet that it was hard to judge. "Not hygienic." This is all Yihong's comments. "As "I", you should face your own death calmly." The man silently held up a torch in his palm. The flame was not the usual warm yellow, but a dull gray-red. The flame twisted and squirmed strangely, like fresh flesh and blood burning and spasming, but it could not dissipate any warmth. Instead, it poured out a biting chill. The firelight dimly illuminated the entire ice wall, pulling out countless twisted tentacles from the surrounding shadows, wrapping them layer by layer. Under the mask, thin, vague, and continuous whispers began to surge. It is not a human language, but a chaotic, ancient, obscure syllable that originates from the unopened world. It is layered on top of each other, winding, circling, drilling into the eardrums, and permeating the limbs and bones along the blood vessels. The low, empty, majestic and absurd low-frequency pipe organ sound overflowed from nowhere in the void. The sound is ancient and dilapidated, carrying the desolate and mysterious sound of the fallen gods. It roars between the sky and the earth, and is so heavy that it crushes the mind and crushes thoughts. The sound of wind, cracking ice, whispers, and music of the piano combined into a chaotic black mist, tightly wrapping Yihong's body and soul. His consciousness began to scatter, peel off, and sink rapidly. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his limbs completely lost strength. Boundless drowsiness swept over him. Finally, amidst the low-frequency sound and murmur of this dilapidated, eerie, sinking void, Yihong closed his eyes completely. "Are you sure you want to do such a thing? You will regret it." The dying buzz suddenly pulled away. Yihong woke up suddenly, cold sweat soaking his texture. There are no longer obscure murmurs in the ears, only the very far away, extremely empty female voice whose edges have been smoothed by the boundless wind and sand. The sky and the earth are completely earthy yellow, the boundless yellow sand stretches quietly to the sky, and the steaming heat waves gently sway on the surface. The wind was very light, picking up fine grains of sand and slowly grazing across the earth. There was an empty space all around, and there was nowhere to live even for the echoes. In the middle of the desert, a silhouette of a woman stood quietly. The heat wave softened her outline, and her eyebrows, eyes, and clothing were all covered in a layer of floating sand mist, making it difficult to see clearly. Yihong looked at her at a loss, with no impression of acquaintance at all. "Is she talking to me, or..." A hand passed through his body behind him. "As expected." "God should have come, but God deceived me." The woman looked at the man's hysterical appearance and actually felt sad. "It's not difficult to recognize this man. It's Song Shiyi who didn't run away." Yihong was still searching his memory bank. "I want to resurrect my daughter." "Resurrection from the dead? You are thinking too much, right?" The dry and hoarse female voice was torn by the hot wind and drifted in the vast sea of ​​sand. "I don't understand. Resurrection is your business. What does it have to do with me?" "I need you to kill me with your own hands and bury my complete body under the endless wind and sand." His tone was straight, but there was a hint of enthusiasm on the verge of collapse, and the words were crushed on the hot gravel. "I... I don't understand." The woman's confusion was mixed with a hint of trembling, and the empty desert amplified her uneasy echo. "Don't worry. When I die, I will carry my body to the Antarctic." "Crazy... You are completely crazy." "You are going to cut open my chest, take out the still beating heart and sacrifice it to the sun. Let the sun burn blazingly forever until the eternal ice walls at the two poles are completely melted and burned." "I don't understand at all. Why do you think I am willing to help you do such a thing?" "If you refuse, your husband will die a tragic death, and none of your family members will be spared." "Why should I believe your threats?" "Then take a gamble." He chuckled, his laughter twisted and weird, wrapped in paranoia that was close to destruction. "I don't believe you have the ability to stop this." "I will build him a body made of straw, and then use my hot heart to give him a new, immortal life." "But can your approach really resurrect your daughter?" The wind and sand weighed down, and the woman's voice was filled with chills and confusion from the bone marrow. The man laughed softly, his laughter was broken and hoarse, like the sound of a breath squeezed out after a broken throat bone, without any humanity at all. "No." He slowly raised his eyes. There was a lifeless desolation in his eyes, a completely insane indifference that risked everything. "I'm not resurrecting her. I'm gambling. I'm using my life, my flesh, and my millions of lives and deaths as consumables." "I want to completely erase all traces of her existence." The woman froze, and the wind and sand blew the corners of her clothes: "Didn't you already piece together a daughter out of fish bones?" "That's a lie." His tone was soft, but it revealed a world-destroying madness. "Bone is a dead thing. It cannot deceive the law of heaven, nor can it deceive chaos." "I must use my living self and my corpse that has died thousands of times to separate chaos and order." He looked at the boundless yellow sand, weeping blood and madness every word. "Have you ever heard the story of Pangu's creation of the world?" People in the world have praised Pangu for thousands of years, and they all believe that Pangu is the god of creation. Split the chaos, separate the pure and the turbid, transform the mountains and rivers with your body, and create clarity for all ages. All lies. The real opening of the sky is never salvation, but endless self-slaughter and eternal burial. In the beginning there was only a writhing chaos. No birth, no death, no time, no boundaries. Chaos will swallow up all "existence". As long as a living being, a ray of consciousness, and a trace are born, chaos will trace back, pursue, gnaw, and erase everything, turning everything into nothingness and never happening. Pangu was not the creator. He is the sacrifice that stands in the way of death for all things. In the beginning, there was only one ray of "existence" in the world. That ray of existence is too weak. Once exposed, it will be swallowed up by chaos and completely dissipated, not even reincarnation will be left. So Pangu woke up. He has no artifact and no divine power. He only has himself. The first time he split chaos, it was not to create a world - it was to use his body to create a layer of false "order". Chaos at the top, order at the bottom. But chaos is too strong, and order is as fragile as tissue paper. Order will collapse, heaven and earth will merge, and chaos will press down again, tearing apart the only existence. So Pangu began to commit suicide endlessly. He died once, and his body collapsed, festered, and spread, turning into a layer of flesh wall, a layer of periosteum, and a layer of flesh and blood to cover up the traces of existence. Chaos gnawed away at his body, devouring his flesh and blood, and the world returned to turbidity. He was reborn again. Chopping again. Die again. Add another layer of corpses. Thousands of times the heavens were opened, thousands of times the body died. The mountains, rivers, earth, and rock formations that the world sees - they are all layers of Pangu's corpses, piles of decay, and endless accumulation. God, it was his dry and hard fascia. The ground is a tomb where his bones and rotten flesh are piled up. The sun and moon are his pupils that never close, decay and swell. The wind and clouds are the turbid air overflowing from his rotting corpse. He never saved the world. He just used countless self-deaths and layers of corpses to cover up something that shouldn't exist. He isolated the chaos and locked his only existence under his millions of layers of corpses. As long as he keeps dying, filling up, and rotting and accumulating - Chaos will never be able to find the truth, the ray of life that should have been erased. Pangu never became a god. He is an eternal consumable. It is the grandest, craziest and most incomprehensible self-burial in the world. The creation of the world that the world praises is nothing but a crazy self-burial that lasts forever and never ends. The man looked at the desert, and his voice was as soft as a madman's whisper: "Pangu uses his identity to distinguish the world from heaven and earth, and he has died thousands of times to hide one thing." "I will learn from him." "The Antarctic ice wall is chaos, and the order of the world is the surface." "I die again and again. I am buried in the wind and sand, and sink in the ice." "Use my layers of corpses to cover all my daughter's existence." "Chaos swallows me, but not her." "This is her only resurrection. "This old guy is really crazy. The most terrifying thing is when such a feudal and superstitious person is crazy. "Yihong sighed, but soon he thought of something, "Not good! "

588 端 During the Dragon Boat Festival, My Daughter-In-Law Found Out She Was Pregnant at the Same Time as My 58-Year-Old Mother-In-Law Was Already Three Months Pregnant. The Deer Call in the Forest12k WordsCompleted 4Reads9.5Score—Shelves

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On Dragon Boat Festival, my 58-year-old mother-in-law and I announced our pregnancy at the same time, and she was pregnant with twins. She wanted to give birth but didn't have the money to support her, so she actually put her idea on my head.

591 奇 Qijianlu Dream VaguelyEastern Fantasy1.5M WordsCompleted 503Reads9.3Score—Shelves

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There is a strange sword in the hand, there are three sword skills, three moves can defeat the gods and demons, the magic sword record is finally completed, the success is turned around, and it will be with me for the rest of my life. The thatched cottage is back to where it was, and I am free from the world.

593 书 Book of Scholars Ink Stains OrchidHistorical364k WordsCompleted 20Reads8.9Score—Shelves

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I saw this man eight feet tall, wearing a black cloak and carrying two swords on his back. He had a pretty face, but there was a scar about an inch on his face. This man had not shaved his head, so he must have been practicing with his hair on.

598 山 How Many Autumns Do Mountains and Rivers Have? Jiang XiaoyuAncient Romance572k WordsCompleted 123Reads6.0Score—Shelves

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Come! The two ancient sayings are about power and direction, all members are local, and their IQs are online. In the first book, all the ministers punished the Hun Lord and helped the Ming Lord ascend to the throne. The second book tells the story of ancient spies who went undercover. [Love]

600 风 The Stormy Geese Return Jiang XiaoyuAncient Romance499k WordsCompleted 632Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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Come! The two ancient sayings are about power and direction, all members are local, and their IQs are online. In the first book, all the ministers punished the Hun Lord and helped the Ming Lord ascend to the throne. The second story about ancient spies working undercover. [Love]