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269 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."

270 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.

271 八 No. 8 Ecological Tear Beast Type L-27Sci-Fi & Apocalypse1.3M WordsCompleted 6.9kReads8.9Score629Shelves

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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.

271 甜 Insatiable Sweetness! Physical Liking for Her Jiucheng JiangxueModern Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 47.5kReads5.8Score5.2kShelves

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It's super cute, fun and funny, don't miss it if you like sweet love.

272 我 I'm in the Prison, Immortal The Realm of PreceptsEastern Fantasy4.2M WordsOngoing 324kReads8.6Score17.2kShelves

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There are more than 1,000 chapters. You can eat it with confidence.

274 域 Yuhe Sweet and Tender PuppyMystery1.4M WordsOngoing 120.6kReads9.5Score15.1kShelves

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The first one has no cp, but you can beat it, it is very beautiful, the best senior brother [crying] The second one also has no cp, unlimited streaming, if you like horror copies, you can read it.

275 网 Online Games: My Career Can Change I Can't ReadSports1.6M WordsCompleted 10kReads9.2Score1kShelves

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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

276 我 Is It Reasonable for a Second-Level Civilization to Have Two-Way Foil? Chen ErlanSci-Fi & Apocalypse2.0M WordsCompleted 105.2kReads9.6Score10.7kShelves

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Recommended for duration and strength, really duration,

276 带 Judge with a Dog, Money Can Make Me Grind! Tauren KnightUrban2.5M WordsCompleted 50.9kReads7.2Score5.7kShelves

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You will come back and thank me

277 末 Doomsday Echo: I Am the Doomsday Savior! Mayfly Spring and AutumnSci-Fi & Apocalypse4.2M WordsOngoing 64kReads8.9Score4.7kShelves

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Good books are coming, 🔥🔥Survival stories are so enjoyable. Everyone is smart, and they will not look down on this or that for no reason. They are cautious, weigh the pros and cons, and everyone is very smart, because the ones without a city have been screened out. The protagonist is the best among them, making every step of the way.

277 重 Reborn and Refused Marriage, the Dandy Official Shaozang Was Deeply Affectionate for Two Lifetimes Silent Leaves and StarsModern Romance186k WordsOngoing 10Reads—Score—Shelves

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Really pretty!

278 京 The Violent Prince in Beijing Circles, the Protagonist Wants to Die While Living Hina TsunadoUrban6.5M WordsOngoing 93kReads9.0Score8.1kShelves

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[Jiang Yichen: Didn't answer the call] [Jiang Yichen: It's over, Professor Qin, I feel like I'm going to see you too much. Qin Ling looked at the message on the phone screen and immediately called Jiang Yichen back.

281 初 First Return Mo YimaMystery437k WordsOngoing 6Reads—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! "

281 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. Yoyo Luming12k WordsCompleted 8Reads9.5Score—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.

282 奇 Qijianlu Dream VaguelyEastern Fantasy1.5M WordsCompleted 491Reads9.3Score—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.

283 书 Book of Scholars Ink Stains OrchidHistorical364k WordsCompleted 5Reads8.9Score—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.

284 刚 Just After Unification, My Immortal Qin Was Exposed by Yang Ma Immortal Qin TaishiUrban1.0M WordsCompleted 23.5kReads8.3Score1.7kShelves

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Recruit talents, expand territory, and establish the Qin Empire where all people come to visit. Ten years later, the Black Dragon Banner covered every inch of the mainland. But at this time, a joint expedition team composed of Blue Star countries came by boat, and he realized that the Great Qin Empire he established was still on Blue Star. At the same time, when the situation of Da Qin was presented to audiences around the world through the lens of the joint expedition team, the entire Blue Star suddenly burst into excitement. Yingjiang: This national technology called Daqin actually

284 山 How Many Autumns Do Mountains and Rivers Have? Jiang XiaoyuAncient Romance572k WordsCompleted 121Reads6.0Score—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]

285 装 After Two Years of Pretending, My Mind Was Suddenly Read. ButterflyModern Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 62.3kReads9.6Score9.6kShelves

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🍒One word, absolutely! Who hasn't read this yet? The heroine travels to the book and becomes the contracted wife of the boss. She wants to inherit the boss's inheritance every day [laughing] The boss can only live until the age of fifty, but after that, his wife will inherit half of his inheritance! Unexpectedly, her voice was heard by the boss.

285 风 The Stormy Geese Return Jiang XiaoyuAncient Romance499k WordsCompleted 186Reads8.5Score—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]

286 我 I Really Have a Soft Rice King System Song XiangbaiUrban2.0M WordsCompleted 171.8kReads9.3Score17.2kShelves

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This book is super beautiful. It is one of the few books that I have put on my bookshelf that I haven't forgotten about [face covering]. I really don't have the patience to keep books, and I am easily attracted to other books [eat melon]. I like the feeling of the protagonist growing up step by step, and every step of his efforts counts.