I Am Certified as a Writer, How Can I Withdraw? Waiting

154 炮 The Cannon Fodder Princess Appeared and I Poisoned the Writer Trapped in a Cafe Due to Heavy RainModern Romance195k WordsOngoing 11Reads—Score—Shelves

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Now that it's certified, why not try writing a few sentences...

156 斩 Kill the God and Become the God of Wind to Play the Song of Heaven for Everyone Light Clouds286k WordsCompleted 13kReads9.3Score1.7kShelves

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It's okay. First of all, it's been two years since I've done this. I haven't written a single word or anything.

156 劫 Robbery Furnace Bring a Knife but No Umbrella When Falling into the RainEastern Fantasy127k WordsOngoing 577Reads—Score—Shelves

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This one is good. Chapter 1 The Embalmer It was dusk in Luojie Town, and the sky was gray. It's not as gray as a cloudy day, but like an old iron plate that has been smoked thousands of times by calamity fire, weighing heavily on the ridge of the roof. The mortuary shop at the east end of the town has no signboard, and only has a piece of dead willow planted on the lintel: everyone within a hundred miles radius knows that the place where the dead willow is planted is where the dead are collected. Shen Du was squatting on the ground, wiping Blacksmith Wang's face with a piece of linen cloth. It's said to be a face, but actually it doesn't look much like a face anymore. Three days ago, Blacksmith Wang broke through the calamity-inducing realm in his backyard. The calamity fire poured in from the Tianling Gai and burned all night. By the time the neighbor opened the door, his whole body had been reduced to black coals, with only the family heirloom on his chest still embedded in his flesh, proving the identity of the deceased. "Boy Shen, wipe it clean." Wang Dashi, the son of Blacksmith Wang, stood at the door, dressed in filial piety, but his tone was not very sad, but more impatient, "My father has been very decent in his life, don't let him leave in an ugly way." Shen Du did not raise his head. His fingers were steady, and he used a damp cloth to wipe away the burnt dead skin little by little, revealing the texture underneath that had not yet been completely charred. Ordinary undertakers would not dare to touch the corpses that failed to survive the tribulation: the remains of corpses after the tribulation are often lingering with the lingering tribulation energy, and if they get even a little bit, they will be sick for half a month. But Shen Du is not afraid. He has been doing this business with his master since he was eight years old. He has handled thousands of robbed corpses, and his body has long been stained with the smell of robbed ashes that cannot be washed away. People in the town said that he had a tough life and was capable of calamity. Only Shen Du himself knew that it wasn't because of fate, but because he could see it. He could see the dissipating crimson fire on Blacksmith Wang's body. The fire was not burning on the flesh, but on the remaining traces of the soul, like a dark red snake, loosening up little by little. Ordinary people can't see anything. They only feel chills and palpitations when approaching the corpse. But in Shen Du's eyes, the entire mortuary was shrouded in a faint crimson halo. This is his secret. He could see Zed. For as long as he could remember, Shen Du could see something hanging above everyone's head. For ordinary people, it is a gray fog, so light that it is almost invisible; for practitioners, the fog is thicker and darker; and when it comes to transcending tribulations, the fog will suddenly shrink and burn, turning into tribulation fire, tribulation thunder, tribulation wind, all kinds of things, all deadly things. He had reminded Blacksmith Wang. Three days ago, under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, he looked at the red calamity fire above Blacksmith Wang's head that had condensed into the shape of a sharp claw. He couldn't help but said: "Uncle Wang, the calamity fire above your head is red, and it is very dangerous. Don't break through within three days." Blacksmith Wang spat at him at that time. "You little undertaker, are you cursing me?" Then Wang Dashi rushed out and pushed him staggering, calling him "a disaster born from a crow's mouth." None of the onlookers spoke for him, and looked at him like a piece of unlucky shit. Shen Du has experienced this kind of thing too many times. He stopped talking and lowered his head to continue wiping. Wang Dashi stood at the door for a while, probably feeling that the room was unlucky, so he said, "After wiping, go to Wang Ji's blacksmith shop to get money" and left. The footsteps faded away, and the only sounds left in the mortuary were Shen Du's breathing and the subtle "crackling" sound made when the calamity fire on the body dissipated. When it touched his chest, Shen Du's hand suddenly stopped. Something is wrong. Blacksmith Wang's calamity fire was red, he could see this clearly. But at this moment, in the deepest part of the blackened sternum, where the breast protector pressed, there was a very faint light: not red, but dark gold. The light was too weak, like a firefly in the wind, looming among the remains of the red calamity fire. If it weren't for Shen Du's eyes, no one would have been able to discover it. He frowned, reached out and took off the breast shield embedded in the bone seam. The dark golden light suddenly brightened for a moment. Shen Du's pupils suddenly shrank. It was a ray of fire. Completely different from the crimson calamity fire wrapped around the corpse, this dark golden flame was only the size of a fingernail, floating quietly in the hollow of Blacksmith Wang's scorched sternum. There was a vague shadow inside the flame: like a tripod, but also like a furnace, simple and thick, exuding an indescribable and vast atmosphere. It is not Wang Blacksmith's calamity fire. Shen Du's instinct screamed, telling him not to touch it. He has been an undertaker for nine years and has seen too many strange deaths. He knows what can and cannot be touched. But that dark golden flame seemed to have some kind of magic power. His eyes were firmly attracted, and his body involuntarily moved closer. Just when his face was less than half a foot away from the flame, the flame suddenly trembled. As if it came alive, it turned into a dark golden stream of light and penetrated along the center of Shen Du's eyebrows. "Hmm!" Shen Du groaned, fell backwards, and hit the ground heavily with the back of his head. But he couldn't feel the pain anymore. An indescribable burning heat exploded from the center of his eyebrows, like a sun igniting in his skull, rushing crazily along his meridians. His body arched up, his fingers dug into the mud, and blood oozed from between his fingers. The scorching heat raged in the body for an unknown amount of time, and finally converged to a certain location under the lower abdomen, where is what practitioners call the sea of ​​​​qi. The sea of ​​​​qi of ordinary people is a dead desert, and in Shendu's sea of ​​​​qi, there is something new at this moment. A furnace. It is the size of a palm, dark gold, has three legs and two ears, and the furnace body is covered with dense inscriptions. Shen Du didn't recognize any of those inscriptions, but the moment he saw them, two words naturally appeared in his mind: Robbery Furnace. The dark golden flame burned slowly in the furnace, and the red calamity aura remaining from Blacksmith Wang's body seemed to be pulled by some force. It was drawn along Shen Du's eyebrows, nose, and pores one by one, and was submerged into the calamity furnace. The flames of the calamity furnace suddenly shot up. The calamity fire that once made countless monks talk about it was refined like firewood in the furnace, turning into a ray of extremely pure power, overflowing from the furnace and slowly flowing into Shen Du's limbs and bones. His body is glowing. This is not a metaphor, there is dark golden light flowing under his skin, like magma running underground. The broken meridians were forcibly widened and reshaped, and the atrophied muscle fibers became firm and strong again under the infusion of power. Even the skin color, which looked pale after not seeing the sun for many years, revealed a warm luster. The whole process lasted about one stick of incense. When the last ray of crimson calamity energy was refined, the flames of the calamity furnace returned to calm, and Shen Du collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water. But his eyes were frighteningly bright.

159 少 The Growth Diary of the Young Village Owner ChixukeFantastical Romance155k WordsOngoing 48Reads—Score—Shelves

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Then read this first

162 寒 Poor Official Career1 Yan YunfeiUrban1.3M WordsOngoing 14.7kReads8.4Score1.2kShelves

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No rebirth, no system, ordinary people's career in the age. In 1997, Chen Shouzheng, a boy from a poor family, graduated from university and entered the system. The family was poor since childhood, his father died early, his mute mother remarried, and the three brothers and sisters depended on each other. The eldest sister and the third sister sacrificed their studies to support him in studying. Starting from a grassroots clerk, he passed through townships and agencies, and gradually became a chief official. At the same time, it writes about the joys and sorrows of a family spanning decades. #Official career

165 斩 Zhan Shen: I Am a Watery River God. Bengfeimao1.6M WordsOngoing 42.8kReads9.3Score5.8kShelves

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No need to return it, no one cares anyway. A new writer has just started writing his first book. You can check out my homepage. (Why did I get so excited that I bought a picture from a classmate for 15 yuan.) (Annoyed) It's pretty nice here. Here's the one

166 迪 Tiga: Forever Waiting Untitled You Are Addicted221k WordsOngoing 202Reads—Score—Shelves

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The first one is still self-recommended, and the second one I just found recently, it is very educational.

168 不 An Unusual World Dark Oak SaplingUrban107k WordsOngoing 17Reads—Score—Shelves

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The poster is right. The first book was still self-recommended. When I was young, I was ignorant and indulged in humanities. As a result, all I wrote was giving or pulling. People can't empathize with their previous selves. This book I wrote after the college entrance examination only changed the gender. Why is it not as good as the one before the change [Petrochemical].

168 烟 In the Misty Rain in Yangzhou, I Met Li Bai One Leaf, One Bodhisattva31k WordsCompleted 4Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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Chapter 57 of "The Legend of Cangjie's Creation of Characters" tells: Emperor Jun finally takes action. He rained down the "Writing-Destroying Heavenly Thunder" from the heaven - thunder specifically designed to destroy writing. All the bamboo slips and stone carvings written by Cangjie in the Xiong tribe were shattered at the same time, and the words were turned into ashes. Cangjie's heart felt as if he had been hit hard - he spent his life for every word he created, and the destruction of words meant that his life was taken away. He vomited blood and fell to his knees. Bai Ze roared angrily, and Xing Tian raised his ax to the sky. Jiutian Xuannv appeared above the clouds, with a look of struggle on her face - she was the one who carried out Emperor Jun's orders, but her heart was already leaning towards the human race. ... This book is being serialized, please comment🙏

171 穿 After Dressing up as the Evil Ex-Wife of a Boss, She Was Loved by the Whole Family Beef Brisket Baked RiceModern Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 107.3kReads9.1Score13.5kShelves

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My hand also lacked certification, and I accidentally touched it, and I became a writer😭 But it seems that I can't withdraw it, but you haven't updated or signed a contract, so it doesn't affect it. Take a look at this recently popular period piece. The heroine passed through the book and became the male protagonist's vicious ex-wife. She was six months pregnant. The male protagonist's family was wrongfully sent to the countryside, but the heroine never left her. Unexpectedly, she did not suffer hardships when she went to the countryside. Instead, she was favored by her husband's family. Her husband even wanted the stars but not the moon...

172 糟 Oops, Surrounded by 26 Male Tenants Suzuno KirikazeModern Romance327k WordsOngoing 146Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Then just write and keep giving yourself three cents every day [laughing and crying] [laughing and crying]

173 那 My Happy Past in Dongguan During Those Years In Front of the Courtyard with Sparse ShadowsUrban299k WordsCompleted 14.8kReads5.8Score1.3kShelves

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A super nice book☜

174 我 I Start with Two Acres of Land, and in the Later Stage, I Will Become an Emperor? ! One-Handed Orange WeaponHistorical750k WordsCompleted 1.8kReads5.8Score—Shelves

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😲😄The protagonist is a reincarnation time traveler who traveled through time and became a clan. By the time he has become a commoner, he started very strong. The sky screen is still very beautiful in daily writing, especially the supporting roles. Everyone is well written.

175 天 God Knows, Your Lucky Son Is a Boy. Linyin Dan631k WordsCompleted 28.7kReads8.8Score5.7kShelves

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It's okay if you don't write. Writing is not compulsory. Even if you register and don't write for the rest of your life, they won't care about you. I also recommend this book. The characters are cute and the author is here.

176 火 Naruto: Six Eyes Were Picked up by Madara at the Beginning Sun Wukong's Spell715k WordsCompleted 7.9kReads9.3Score964Shelves

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It doesn't matter, I accidentally became a mean person and became serious. It makes no difference whether you are certified or not, and it does not force you to write a book. The first Naruto book has no cp (the protagonist is a man disguised as a woman). The second Black Basket has no CP (the protagonist, Netou Seiichi Yukimura). The third Hokage has no cp (the male protagonist, Su Nuo Jinchuuriki). The fourth male comic with no cp (the main character is Naruto Sasuke). The 5th Naruto (Sasuke template). The 6th female channel Naruto CP Madara (gay). The 7th Ultra has no CP (playing the role of Genshin Bentie). The 8th Naruto cp Obito (romance). The 9th Star Iron CP Lan (double male). The 10th Naruto has no cp (male protagonist, favorability system). The 11th Naruto double male cp Naruto. The 12th Naruto male video (official version later). The 13th Naruto cp Obito (romance). The 14th Naruto heartthrob has no cp (female protagonist). The 15th Naruto (protagonist Menma). The 16th book has been taught by every teacher in elementary school, right? [Face covering]. The 17th book of Two Men (the protagonist is a boy and a girl). The 18th Curse Chapter has no cp (the protagonist Naruto Shisui). The 19th book on practical teaching has no cp (the main character is male, he is quite good-looking, but the first few pictures are greasy, and the later ones are particularly cool. There is a system.) The 20th book on this website Wang has no cp (the main character is male, Nanjiro's disciple)

178 末 Doomsday Weeds Bloom BianfuUrban2.2M WordsOngoing 4.8kReads5.8Score468Shelves

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"My name is Chen Mingfei. At first I thought it was just an ordinary rainstorm, but I didn't expect..." Hardcore natural disaster apocalypse, soft science fiction. Everyone has come

186 方 Fang Xiaoxiao Don't Turn Off the LightsMystery134k WordsCompleted 717Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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No rush, just write whatever you want. That's it for now, let's study first.

187 杀 The Daily Life of Lord Killer God's Beloved Husband The Stream Clouds Illuminate My Sleep1.3M WordsOngoing 3.8kReads9.3Score289Shelves

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I don't really know either! Or it's okay not to withdraw. By the way, I recommend two books for you to read.