Please Write, a Really Strong Woman, Preferably One with High Strength Value

102 坐 Coordinates of the Northern Wei Dynasty: My Wife Is Mulan Dugu Shi'anHistorical46k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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I don't know if this is possible

104 佛 The Buddha-Like Monk Is Untouchable! He Holds His Sweet Wife Close and Kisses Her The Moon Leads the EastModern Romance1.3M WordsCompleted 32.2kReads9.0Score4.1kShelves

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🔥The ceiling for strong women! Sister Sa with MAX strength is coming🔥

105 诡 The Haunted House The Sound of Wind and Rain at Night,Mystery2.1M WordsCompleted 708.6kReads9.6Score85.8kShelves

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"The House" is a suspense novel that makes people's blood boil! The protagonists are trapped in a strange "trickster house", and there are unknown horrors hidden behind every door. They grope in the darkness, face the threat of supernatural forces, and live on a thin line between life and death. This is not only a survival game, but also the ultimate test of human nature. When you turn the pages of the book, you feel like you are in a fog, your heart beats faster, and every second is thrilling. You will definitely be immersed in it and unable to extricate yourself!

106 三 Third Master, Your Little Girl Has Done It Again Hardworking Zhi ZhiModern Romance3.6M WordsOngoing 70.8kReads9.1Score5.4kShelves

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The heroine is sober and independent, and has her own thoughts, but she seems to be missing a string when it comes to love.

107 骷 Skeleton Evolution: Starting as a Goddess's Summon Stillness, Solitude, and LonelinessSports2.0M WordsCompleted 7.4kReads8.9Score870Shelves

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Sudden death and time travel into a skeleton! At the beginning, he was treated as cannon fodder by the girl, but he changed his fate with a bone knife! One second he was a sudden death game power leveler, and the next second he traveled through time and became an undead skeleton in the game "The Wilderness"! There is no flesh and blood, only bones are left, and even the eyes are empty holes. It is also used as a cannon fodder summon by cute girl players who can be sacrificed at any time! Jiang Cheng received a critical message as soon as he crossed over: If he doesn't evolve as soon as possible, he will disappear completely! But in a desperate situation, the god-level evolution system is activated! With 100 strengthening points at the beginning, he decisively bet all his wealth - crazy strengthening a bone-breaking knife! From ordinary to solid, to sharp and explosive, it breaks through to blue elite quality in one fell swoop, with the critical hit rate maxed out! While other skeletons were still chewing wolf bones for scraping, he appeared domineeringly with a magic sword in hand! The cute girl player was stunned: Why didn't this skeleton follow the script? Others would lose -1 or -2 when killing monsters, but he would slash his health bar with one slash! From a cannon fodder at the mercy of others, to a counterattack to become the leader of the undead world, see how a skeleton fights its way through the game world and changes its destiny!

108 十 The Eighteen-Year-Old Great-Grandma Is Here to Restore the Family's Glory Wu Yingxia727k WordsCompleted 29.6kReads9.1Score1.7kShelves

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Watch how an 18-year-old woman completes her plan step by step

109 毒 After the Poisonous Woman Is Reborn, Her Whole Family Begs for Forgiveness Yang ShiliuAncient Romance4.1M WordsCompleted 17.8kReads5.8Score4.3kShelves

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The female protagonist in The Doctor and the Poisonous Concubine is super strong, okay. The male protagonist appears very rarely, and the emotional line is not bad. I really like the female protagonist [laughs][laughs][laughs]

111 被 Driven to Death by Her Cultivator Mistress? I Take Up My Sword and Storm the Ninth Heaven Bian LuAncient Romance710k WordsCompleted 107.9kReads9.6Score13.8kShelves

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(Refreshing article, the heroine turns evil into evil, no time travel, no rebirth)

112 闪 A Whirlwind Marriage to a CEO: His True Identity Shocks the World Nine HeavensUrban3.5M WordsCompleted 35.7kReads8.5Score4.8kShelves

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My eyes are swollen😭

116 末 After the Doomsday Lackey Got Her Hands on the Script Tang YeSci-Fi & Apocalypse655k WordsCompleted 13.7kReads7.9Score2.2kShelves

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Rebirth in the apocalypse + system space + six male god Shura fields! The heroine is beautiful and strong, she buys goods for zero yuan in the first two hours, awakens the wood healing power, and breaks through the zombie siege in a hardcore way. The cold ice warrior king, the sinister thunder type academic master, the evil and poisonous beauty... Big bosses from all walks of life are vying to protect him, and he is a female partner in a book? Instant kill! From the bloody battle in City A to the Kyoto base, natural disasters continue and the peach blossoms become more prosperous. Exclusive serialization of Tomato novels, Su Shuang brings inspiration, survival in the apocalypse has become a love Shura field! Highlights: 1. **Strong female setting**: rebirth + system + space + superpowers, peak at the beginning 2. **Multi-male Shura field**: six powerful male gods, attributes collide and sparks fly 3. **Anti-routine plot**: The female character who travels through the book gets a box lunch in seconds, survival in the apocalypse becomes a peach blossom battlefield 4. **High rhythm**: Purchase and hoard 3 billion goods for zero yuan, double-line oppression of natural disaster zombies

118 那 Those Years as Empress Sweetened Fruit TeaAncient Romance1.3M WordsCompleted 2.6kReads8.7Score409Shelves

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Ancient Machiavellian Strategy/The Growth of an Empress Heroine: Shen Weiwei (cruel-hearted career batch) 🔍 Story summary (based on book reviews + trial reading) - Shen Weiwei is reborn/travels to a female dynasty (or similar setting), and starts with a low status (maybe an abandoned daughter in a cold palace, a concubine from a noble family, etc.). - She does not rely on men or engage in love, but uses machinations + force to ascend to the throne step by step, eradicating political opponents, suppressing rebellions, and reforming the government along the way. - Classic scenes: - "I don't need men to tell me what to do with my country!" (Refuse to marry) - "Behead those who admonish me!" (Talk directly to pedantic ministers) - "Do you think I became the empress based on my appearance?" (Beating the general who despised her) 🌟 Core highlights ✅ The growth of the true empress: not a nominal empress, but real governance, war, and power planning. ✅ MAX force value: Shen Weiwei goes to the battlefield or suppresses rebellions in person, she is not the weak and deep palace type. ✅ Not in love: There are male characters, but they are all tool men/stepping stones. The female protagonist only has power in her heart. ✅ Kill decisively: Be ruthless to enemies, even more ruthless to traitors, and never be kidnapped by morality.

119 穿 After Transmigrating to a Matriarchal World, She Spoiled Her Hapless Shadow Guard Garlic Bamboo ShootsAncient Romance1.1M WordsCompleted 22.7kReads9.5Score2.6kShelves

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**"After traveling through time, the female queen pampers the unlucky secret guard to heaven" - the strong woman and the weak man, the ultimate sweet pet! ** **Tweet text**: Once she traveled through the world of female lords, she picked up a scarred little secret guard. From then on, the cold-blooded killer became the loyal dog in the palm of her hand - ** "My lord, this subordinate is not worthy..." "Shut up, I will do whatever I say!" ** Dare the powerful people in the court touch him? Kill! People in the world dare to laugh at him? Waste! Let's see how the female overlord pampers the humble secret guard into the most noble royal husband! 💘 **High sweetness warning**: • Female A and male O, strong husband protectors • Healing system of doting on each other, spreading sweets throughout the process • The counterattack of the secret guard from inferiority to being the only one (female hero + loyal dog + refreshing article, so sweet!)

120 何 Why Not Cross the River Together? Xian YukeAncient Romance483k WordsCompleted 194.9kReads9.7Score32kShelves

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Why Don't You Different Boat Du? This novel is of great literary talent. It also contains cultural common sense, and the details are well drawn. The male protagonist is a completely silent teacher who teaches people how to grow up. The second male lead is also better than the female protagonist. She also has a sense of independence and grows along the way. It is really interesting to watch.

121 第 My First Marriage: A Reborn Bride with a Little Sweetness Lan JiuModern Romance738k WordsCompleted 1.6kReads8.8Score822Shelves

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[Tweet] "The Rebirth of My Lovely Wife Is Kind of Sweet" is a cool article about scumbag abuse🔥Reborn in blood and defying heaven to change your destiny! In her last life, Luo Xi was tortured and killed by her sister Luo Yuyi in a rust warehouse. Her body was covered with whip marks and her legs were broken! Reborn at the age of 20, she sneered and crushed the poisonous tea handed to her by her "good sister" - this time, she would step on her high heels into the throat of her enemy with her own hands! ✨ **Cold-Blooded King of Hell × Darkened Beloved Wife** ✨ Fu Tingchen (male protagonist) will always remember that rainy night, when the woman covered in blood crawled in front of his car, with hellish hatred burning in her eyes. He leaned over and wiped away the blood on her lips: "Want revenge? Beg me." From then on, the living king of hell in the business world had a little tail behind him. She tore the white lotus and he handed him the knife, she tortured the scumbag and he buried his body. Until Luo Xi was drugged one day, Mr. Fu pinched her waist and chuckled: "I want someone for this reward." 💥 **High-energy highlights** 💥 ✔️ The heroine's revenge is bloody, and the slap in the face will never be overnight! ✔️ The character of the male protagonist who dotes on his wife has collapsed. During the day, he is a thug in a suit, and at night, he is kneeling to coax "the baby to put down the gun." ✔️ When Luo Yuyi was torn apart by his own vicious dog, Luo Xi was sitting on Mr. Fu's lap and counting his abdominal muscles: "Honey, whose turn is next?" ⚠️Warning: The male protagonist is addicted to protecting his shortcomings, and the female protagonist is crazy about beauties, adding glass slag into the sugar, so prepare your insulin before watching! #Vengeance # Sweet Pet Without Degree #Mr. Fu is also working hard to be a wife slave today

122 嘎 I’m Going Wild Without a Care, Let Me Enjoy My Idleness in the Imperial Ancestral Temple Not Dim-Witted After Waking UpModern Romance2.6M WordsCompleted 120.8kReads9.6Score13.6kShelves

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Strong women read these books! ! ! Especially the first one! ! !

125 十 The End of Ten Days Pest Control Team MemberMystery3.2M WordsCompleted 1.8MReads9.9Score214.6kShelves

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"The End of Ten Days" is a hard-core novel full of suspense and human torture! The protagonist Qi Xia, in the cruel land of the end, relies on the ability of "endless life" to reincarnate again and again, just to uncover the truth. There is no absolute good or evil here, only the game of life and death and difficult choices. Each character has a unique echo ability and they struggle with desperation, doing whatever it takes to survive. This is a journey about trust, betrayal and redemption. Every reincarnation is the ultimate test of human nature. Open it and experience the thrilling ten-day cycle, which will definitely make you want to stop!

127 我 I Can Do Whatever I Want in the Arms of My Sickly, Wealthy Wife Tom Has No HairUrban1.1M WordsCompleted 59.7kReads9.4Score5.7kShelves

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This should be considered

128 我 I Am Not the God of Drama Three Nine Sound DomainUrban4.0M WordsCompleted 1.7MReads9.9Score175.5kShelves

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## I am not a drama god >I am Chen Ling, a 28-year-old intern director and writer. I just stayed up late to finish writing a novel and tweet it. >When he opened his eyes again, he became an actor who had lost his memory in the rainstorm, and his ears were filled with the plaintive singing of women. >"Master... Why did you betray me..." >Countless women's voices penetrated into my mind, almost tearing my soul apart. >Until I touched the blood on my forehead in the mud—— >Modern memory suddenly revived: I traveled into the abuse article I wrote. >At this moment, the original heroine is standing at the end of the rain curtain holding a bloody knife. --- Boom! A pale electric snake tore through the thick ink of the sky, reflecting the whole world like a ghost. What followed was the god's furious thunder, which exploded overhead and made the muddy ground beneath his feet tremble slightly. What followed was a torrential downpour, and the Milky Way poured down. Thick lines of rain connected the sky and the earth, lashing the desolate and silent wilderness crazily. The muddy water flowed across, forming countless turbid puddles, which were then smashed by the faster rain, creating circles of broken, rippled reflections. In the reflection, there was a shocking and fragmented vermilion. It was a young figure wearing a large opera robe. The robe seemed to be soaked in blood and washed away repeatedly by the ruthless rainstorm. The mud and sand flowed down along the gorgeous and complicated lines, leaving dirty red marks in the muddy water. He staggered like a drunken man, trudging through the mud one foot at a time. The wet black hair clung to his pale cheeks and stuck to the corners of his brows and eyes. The rainwater flowed down his hair and chin, forming small streams that kept dripping down. The strong wind blew up his broad sleeves, and the soaked red silk fluttered wildly in the wind, like a struggling flame or a bleeding butterfly wing. It looked strange and desperate in the endless rain and darkness. "Stop arguing... Stop arguing!" The young man stopped abruptly and hugged his head tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he was trying to crush the countless buzzing and almost exploding sounds inside. He roared hoarsely, his voice seemed so weak in the violent rain, and it was swallowed up in an instant. "Shut up!" He raised his face and let the cold rain hit his face hard. The eyes that were supposed to be looking at Shen Fei were now as scattered as dusty glass, filled with huge confusion and pain like drowning. He gasped in pain, and every inhalation was like swallowing a cold knife, "I'm about to remember... Right now... I'm about to remember..." He murmured, as if giving himself a vague expectation, and as if fighting against the noise that drowned him, "I have a name... A name of my own!" The name... That was supposed to be the last cornerstone to anchor the "self", but at this moment it sank to the bottom of the deep sea of consciousness. No matter how frantically he salvaged it, all he could touch were fragments of cold nothingness and endless noise. He struggled to move his legs forward again, trying to move forward in the mud. Every step was extremely heavy, as if he was dragging a huge chain. The severe pain in his head was like countless red-hot steel needles repeatedly piercing and stirring. Those voices that did not belong to him, those sad and plaintive chants, were like maggots on the tarsus, tightly entangled in his crumbling soul. "My husband... Why did you betray me..." "On the Three Lives Stone... The covenant is still there... How can you bear it..." "You betray your heart... It is unforgivable..." Countless women's voices, old, young, sad, resentful, weeping, cursing... They intertwined and overlapped, forming a sharp and violent torrent that arbitrarily collided with the barrier of his sea of ​​consciousness. It was not a simple noise, but fragments imprinted with strong emotions, countless pieces of debt and grief that were betrayed, forgotten, and crushed! They screamed and tore, trying to completely tear his consciousness into pieces and drag him into the boundless abyss of resentment. "Uh ah——!" The boy let out a beast-like howl of pain. His body could no longer bear the internal and external torture, and he staggered. Thump! His body slammed into the cold and biting mud water, and the dirty mud instantly splashed up, covering half of his cheeks and the dazzling red robe. A sharp stone hidden under the muddy water hit his forehead hard. Severe pain came, and a warm liquid slowly seeped out, mixed with cold rain and dirty mud, and slid down his pale skin. He lay dumbly in the mud, the cold rain washing away mercilessly on his back, and it seemed that the whole world was left with only this destructive noise and biting cold. Scarlet... Followed the rain and dripped into the turbid puddle in front of his eyes, blurring out a faint and fleeting red. In this extreme chaos and cold touch, a faint spark suddenly burst out from the depths of the ruins that were almost completely submerged in his consciousness! A name, an incomparably clear name, was like a sunken ship being lifted out of the water. With an unquestionable weight, it suddenly broke through the layers of vicious curses and clearly appeared on the surface of his almost torn consciousness. "Chen Ling..." He subconsciously used all his strength to squeeze the name out of his chapped lips. The voice was hoarse and weak, but it was like a key, instantly opening the dusty gate. Boom--! An impact far more violent than the thunder in the sky slammed into his mind! A huge and unfamiliar flow of information, with the hustle and bustle of modern cities, the rustle of turning pages, the bitter taste of coffee after staying up late, and the faint blue light of the computer screen... Squeezed in arrogantly, violently colliding and merging with the chaotic opera singing and broken ancient pictures in his mind! Severe pain! The brain seemed to be split open by an invisible giant axe! Two completely different life trajectories and two vastly different memories were like two surging streams of magma, frantically colliding and blending in his fragile consciousness container! Countless fragments of images swirled and exploded: the clutter of props piled up in the backstage of the Beijing Theater, the dazzling heat of the stage lights, the clicking sound of keyboards, the white fish belly outside the window after staying up all night, the clear title "I am not a drama god" on the printed paper. ... Then, there is the ancient stage, the thickly painted masks, the blurry crowds of people under the stage, the fragrance of powder when the sleeves are fluttering... And those women, countless faces that are either sad, miserable or angry, flashing past in the whirlpool of memory! He dug into the cold muddy water, and there was filthy mud between his fingers. His body convulsed and curled up due to the severe pain at the soul level. "Uh... Uh..." A broken moan was squeezed out from the depths of his throat. The cold sweat instantly soaked through the inner shirt, and was washed away by the cold rain, causing waves of bone-chilling chills. Who I am? I am Chen Ling! That 28-year-old intern choreographer who works as an intern at a Beijing theater and stays up late writing tweets until dawn? Or... This actor who wore a red opera robe, was haunted by the resentment of countless women, and almost drowned in the rain and mud... The actor? The huge sense of absurdity and tearing almost swallowed him up. He was like a dilapidated body with two souls forced into it, and every cell was groaning under pressure. In the midst of the chaos, a fact as cold as iron, like a claw protruding from the darkness, gripped his newly resurrected modern consciousness - that tweet! He worked hard and racked his brains to write the "I'm Not a Drama God" tweet in order to highlight the extreme love-hate entanglement between the ill-fated drama hero and his confidante (mainly the "her" who eventually went to destruction)! What he wrote... Was himself? Did he slip into the story he had woven with his own hands, full of betrayal, blood, tears and destruction? ! The chill brought by this knowledge was more piercing than the downpour, and it instantly froze all his struggles. He froze in the muddy water, his pupils dilated with extreme fear. Every bit of abuse he focused on exaggerating in that tweet turned into a cold steel needle, piercing his heart. He remembered how he described the helplessness of the male protagonist trapped in the quagmire of love, how he portrayed the despair of those women who turned from love to hatred, and he remembered more clearly... The ultimate dramatic conflict in his pursuit of "ancient style of favor", and the tragic ending that he set for the most important "her", with both the stone and the stone dead! "Female favor"... He actually thought this word was poignant at first! At this moment it only exudes strong blood and despair! He became the "god of drama" in his novel who was destined to be played by fate and cursed by beauty! "Ho... Ho..." A desperate sound like a broken bellows came from his throat. The wound on his forehead was washed away by the cold rain, and there were waves of numb pain. He struggled to lift his body, which was heavy with mud and water, little by little, and his arms trembled like dead leaves in the wind. The soaked red robe clung to her body, like a second layer of cold and heavy skin. He staggered, trying to stand up in the mud, and every tiny movement involved the tearing pain deep in his soul. Just as he barely raised his upper body, he wiped away the mud and blood that obscured his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to see clearly the hellish surroundings - at the end of his field of vision, the blurred and chaotic junction of heaven and earth cut by the endless rain curtain. A slender figure stood quietly in the torrential rain. The rain formed a gray-white curtain around her, blurring her outline like a ghost. She seemed to be holding a long and narrow object in her hand, pointing diagonally towards the muddy ground. That thing... Under the pale electric light that occasionally tears the sky, it reflects a bit of cold, decisive, and enough to freeze the soul - a cold luster. Knife! A bloody knife! Chen Ling's breathing completely stopped at this moment. My heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand of ice, and then it suddenly sank into the ice cave. All the chaotic memories, all the tearing pain, and all the absurd cognitions were shattered by the light of the spatula at this moment, leaving only a cold and sharp name, with fateful despair, screaming and emerging from the abyss of memory - it was her! The heroine who he personally used the strongest and most poignant tone to push into the abyss of destruction in his tweets!

129 当 Join the Army and Get a Wife? I Marry Eighteen Women in a Rage Tangtang Sixth Young MasterHistorical2.2M WordsCompleted 29.4kReads8.6Score3.2kShelves

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Lao Li, do you want a wife or not? A fifty-year-old bachelor joins the army to get a wife, but he doesn't know that there is a blood tax conspiracy hidden behind the government! "Old Li, do you want a wife or not?" The village chief's words touched the sore spot of the fifty-year-old bachelor. The eyes of Li Wannian, who was hungry in the thatched hut, were shining, but he heard the village chief tell the cruel truth: the government only issues a daughter-in-law every three years, on the condition that she joins the army and is no more than fifty years old! He will be fifty-one in one month. If he misses this time, he may end up with his second child buried first. He thought he was seizing the hope of resuming his relationship, but he didn't know that "getting a wife" was actually a bait for the government to levy a "blood tax"! The recruit camp is full of old bachelors who have never returned - and the so-called "daughter-in-law" is holding the decapitation meal menu issued by the recruitment office! When Lao Li embarked on the road to join the army with his steamed buns in his pocket, he discovered that the same batch of "grooms" were all terminally ill men who could not live more than three months. Behind the high walls of the military camp was a field of military exploits watered with the flesh and blood of old bachelors! See how a poor old bachelor survives in the "wife-making" scam, and by the way

130 重 Reborn to Slay the Gods Orange AuthorAncient Romance331k WordsCompleted 727Reads8.6Score101Shelves

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It satisfies our most extreme fantasy of "rebirth and revenge": ** It's not a small fight, but pointing straight to the sky and waving the butcher knife at the supreme "god"! It creates a "goddess" in the true sense: she is strong, independent, and iron-willed, and uses absolute power to break all shackles and shackles. *It provides an unparalleled sense of relief and exhilaration: watching the hypocritical gods fall from the altar, watching the blood revenge be avenged, and watching the heroine compare to the gods or even surpass them in a mortal body. This exhilarating feeling is unmatched by other types of refreshing novels! *It has a fast pace, exciting plot, and no watering down: from rebirth to rise to god-killing, the main line is clear, there are climaxes one after another, and there are no peeing spots!

131 攻 You Die After Winning Them Over? Host, You Have a Heart of Stone! Grape Tea, No Ice, 70% SweetAncient Romance316k WordsCompleted 3.9kReads9.0Score342Shelves

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The heroine is very sober. It's a cool story about a time travel heroine. If you don't accept it, you'll do it.

134 穿 Transmigrated as a Senior Sister, I Go Full Crazy; My Junior Sister Plays the Victim, and I Put on an Act Yi A YaAncient Romance1.2M WordsCompleted 5.1kReads8.8Score835Shelves

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These two books are really good about strong women. I hid in bed and peeked at them, but I was still very excited the next day!

135 南 The Coffin Maiden of Southern Xinjiang's Cultivation Record Jiang Jiang JiangAncient Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 3.1kReads8.9Score344Shelves

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There is no cp fairy tale in the main story, and there is no clichéd plot or character between the heroine and the heroine, nor is it cowardly.

136 大 The Tycoon Is Reborn: The Queen Alpha Takes the World by Storm Ink Rain, Southern MistModern Romance857k WordsCompleted 448Reads9.0Score100Shelves

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Very good, super pretty

142 大 Great Ming: One Cannon Blast, Ten Thousand Taels of Gold That Goose at the North End of the VillageHistorical3.0M WordsOngoing 21kReads8.5Score1.2kShelves

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In-depth and good article, the glory of the Ming Dynasty was destroyed in one day

144 退 After Breaking Off the Engagement, She Returned as a God and Shocked the World Meow-MeowModern Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 346Reads7.7Score108Shelves

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Fiancé breaks off the engagement in public? She sneered: "You will kneel down and beg me to come back!" In her previous life, she was killed by her scumbag fiancé and her green tea best friend, and her family was ruined! After she was reborn, she awakened to the power of heaven-defying force. She saved people with a silver needle in her left hand, and killed her enemies with a long sword in her right hand! The vests fell off layer by layer, and the whole world was shocked—the international medical leader was her apprentice! The myth of being undefeated in the underground boxing ring is her codename! The number one on the global hacker list is her trumpet! One day, the powerful Mr. Fu in the capital pushed her against the wall: "Mrs. Fu, how much of your identity do you still hide from me?" She slightly raised her red lips: "Mr. Fu, please explain the photos of me in your safe first?" A high-burning revenge + a cool article in a vest + mutual love between two powerful people. See how the abandoned daughter of the past was reborn and made the world's powerful men surrender.

147 重 Reborn: The Apocalypse Arrives A Bull in the JianghuSci-Fi & Apocalypse1.1M WordsCompleted 2.7kReads7.9Score175Shelves

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"Rebirth: The Apocalypse Is Coming" Wang Yi pinched his thigh violently, and the severe pain made him gasp. This was not a dream, everything in front of me was so real that it made my heart tremble. The sunlight shines through the window on the desk, forming a warm spot, and the smell of chalk dust wafts in the air. "I'm... Reborn?" He muttered to himself, his voice trembling so much that it was almost inaudible. On the podium, the economics professor was explaining the supply and demand curve in a monotonous voice. A few girls in the front row were secretly scrolling through their mobile phones, and two boys in the back row were passing notes. Everything is so familiar and yet so strange. Wang Yi lowered his head and looked at his hands - there were no calluses, no scars, and the skin was incredibly smooth. He touched his face tremblingly, and what he touched was the young and plump cheek, not the ferocious scar in his memory that extended from the brow bone to the chin. "What day is today?" He suddenly asked loudly, his voice was particularly abrupt in the quiet classroom. The whole class and professor turned to look at him, some snickering. The professor pushed up his glasses: "Student Wang Yi, if you listen carefully, you will know that today is September 25, 2023." September 25, 2023! Wang Yi's heart almost jumped out of his chest. Three days later, the end of the world will come! Memories came flooding back - that night, the sky was suddenly dyed blood red and thick fog enveloped the entire city. At first, people were just curious to take photos and post them on WeChat, until the first scream pierced the night sky... "Classmate, are you okay? You look very bad." A boy wearing glasses asked in a low voice next to him. Only then did Wang Yi realize that his whole body was trembling, and his back was soaked in cold sweat. He stood up abruptly, his chair making a screeching sound on the floor. "I'm sorry, Professor, I suddenly feel unwell and need to go to the infirmary." Without waiting for a response, he rushed out of the classroom. In the corridor, Wang Yi leaned against the wall and gasped for air. Twenty years of apocalyptic memories are tumbling in my mind - hunger, killing, betrayal, and those monsters coming out of the red mist. He saw with his own eyes a strong man being torn in half alive by a monster that looked like a mantis, with his entrails scattered on the floor. "No, it won't happen this time." Wang Yi clenched his fists, with a flash of fierceness in his eyes, "Since God has allowed me to be reborn, I will never let the tragedy happen again!" He rushed to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. In the mirror, I look young and healthy, but my eyes are horribly old. Wang Yi tried to recall the fighting skills he learned after the apocalypse, but his body still remembered those movements. He kicked the side with a clean movement and amazing strength. "Have you even retained your physical abilities?" Wang Yi looked at his hands in surprise. In the twenty years of struggling to survive in the apocalypse, he has transformed from an ordinary college student into a warrior who can survive the claws of monsters. Walking out of the teaching building, Wang Yi greedily breathed in the air without the smell of blood. People were coming and going on campus, and students were holding books, talking and laughing, completely unaware that the world would become a hell on earth in three days. He must hurry up. First, you have to confirm which apocalyptic abilities and memories you have retained. Wang Yi walked quickly to the stadium. There should be no one there now. Sure enough, there were only a few students jogging on the treadmill in the empty gym. Wang Yi found a corner and began to test his physical limits. I did 200 push-ups in one breath without any effort; I easily completed 50 pull-ups; I sprinted 100 meters so fast that I was surprised. "It seems that not only the memory, but also the physical fitness has been preserved." Wang Yi wiped his sweat, his eyes shining with excitement. This means that before the end of the world, he has a fighting power that far exceeds that of ordinary people. Next comes the more important test. Wang Yi closed his eyes and tried to feel the "energy" in his body that was only awakened in the fifth year of the apocalypse. At that time, it was discovered that a few people among humans could obtain special abilities in the red mist, and they were called "awakened ones". "Sure enough, it's still there!" Wang Yi was so excited that he almost shouted. He could feel the faint but definite flow of energy within him. Although it is far less powerful than at the peak of his previous life, it is already a huge advantage at this point in time. When leaving the stadium, Wang Yi had already made a preliminary plan. Three days is too short, and he needs to prioritize ensuring the necessities for survival: food, weapons, and a safe house. More importantly, he has to find those trustworthy partners in his previous life. The phone vibrated suddenly, and it was a message from his roommate Zhang Hao: "Fourth brother, don't forget to have dinner together tonight, the boss is treating you!" Wang Yi stared at the screen, his eyes suddenly moist. Zhang Hao, on the second day after the end of his previous life, was besieged and killed by three monsters in order to protect his classmates in the girls dormitory. The "boss" Chen Zhiqiang lasted until the third year, and finally died in order to cover everyone's retreat while searching for supplies. "I will definitely protect you this time." Wang Yi wiped the tears from his eyes and replied firmly, "See you in the evening." He walked quickly to the library, needing to check some information to confirm the details in his memory. At the same time, he opened his mobile banking to check his balance - more than 50,000 yuan for living expenses. This was the tuition and living expenses for the new semester that his parents had just called. "This money is enough to buy the first batch of supplies." Wang Yi calculated that he must first rent a safe place. The school dormitory was attacked by monsters on the third day of the apocalypse. It was by no means a place to stay for a long time. In front of the computer in the library, Wang Yi quickly searched the city map and surrounding terrain. He remembered that there was an abandoned factory in the north of the city with tall walls that was easy to defend but difficult to attack. In the previous life, monsters were not discovered there until the second year of the apocalypse. It was an ideal temporary refuge. "I'll go take a look in the afternoon." Wang Yi wrote down the address and searched for weapons purchase channels. Guns are strictly controlled in the country, but compound bows and machetes can be purchased at some outdoor stores, which are enough to cope with the situation in the early stages. As time passed, Wang Yi's list became longer and longer. Food, medicine, tools, communication equipment... Every minute is extremely precious. He looked at his watch and saw that there were still 71 hours left before the end of the world. "This time, I must survive, and I must live with everyone!" Wang Yi closed the computer and walked towards the library door with firm eyes. The sun shone on him, casting a long shadow that seemed to connect the past and the future.

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