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153 让 Make Me a Prodigal? How Can I Do This! An Orange, an Orange, an OrangeHistorical260k WordsOngoing 15Reads—Score—Shelves

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This one is really, really beautiful.

154 我 I'm Just a Little Star, Mr. Shan, Please Let Me Go! I Love You in MemoriesModern Romance309k WordsOngoing 46Reads—Score—Shelves

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This is both serious and not serious [laughing and crying]

156 东 Dongguan: Those Older Sisters Zeng BabbledUrban2.1M WordsOngoing 183.5kReads8.7Score10.5kShelves

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157 这 This Villain Has a Conscience, Just Not Much of One! I Keep a Fat RabbitEastern Fantasy4.3M WordsCompleted 385.5kReads9.5Score41.8kShelves

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⭕️😂😄☺️😚🏹🏹- Fantasy adventure style: The game comes to Blue Star, and the talents, skills, props, etc. Acquired by players can be brought to reality. There are various strange settings in the game, such as props that can turn people into small animals, and mysterious alien skills. In the game, Yu Xunge not only has to deal with other players, but also explores unknown areas, steals resources, and experiences many fantasy adventures to satisfy readers' desire to explore novel worlds.

158 妻 Wife's Perdition and Redemption A Splash of Ink Creates a Painting12k WordsCompleted 3.1kReads9.8Score—Shelves

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A story about choices and costs that will leave you silent for a long time after reading it.

159 末 Doomsday Weeds Bloom BianfuUrban2.4M WordsOngoing 2kReads5.8Score218Shelves

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When the tide of disaster engulfs familiar homes, and when only desperate gasps are left among the ruins, where is the bottom line of human nature? "Weeds Bloom at the Doomsday" takes you into a wasteland world where order has collapsed and is full of crises. Here, there is no savior descending from the sky, just a group of ordinary people struggling to survive in the mud. This is not only a thrilling journey of survival in the doomsday, but also a survival epic that profoundly analyzes human nature. Facing the ensuing tsunamis, earthquakes and typhoons, the protagonists Chen Mingfei and Chu Zixun had a fierce ideological collision in a desperate situation: Should they stick to their belief in order, or should they comply with the jungle law of the jungle? They lead their companions with different personalities. In the process of opening closed doors and searching for supplies, they not only have to fight against the cruelty of nature, but also face their inner fears and selfishness. From the messy ruins of Yinjia Village to the heavy truth of the missing rescue team in Yongfeng County, every step forward is accompanied by the test of life and death. The novel uses a very graphic writing style to vividly depict the oppression of disaster and the glimmer of human nature. In the suffocating desperate situation, those vitalities as tough as weeds are stubbornly blooming flowers of hope. If you are eager to see hard-core survival with strict logic, ups and downs of the plot, and a game of human nature that is real to the bone, "Weeds Bloom at the End of the World" is definitely a post-apocalyptic masterpiece that you can't miss! [Cover face][cover face]

161 爱 Love Is Like Kunling Balcony PepperAncient Romance173k WordsCompleted 3Reads—Score—Shelves

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I have always liked fantasy. I recently watched the TV series "The Protagonist" and was moved by the pure emotions of the characters in the show, especially Liu Hongbing!

163 秦 Qin Dynasty Tianxingjian 6729Historical1.3M WordsOngoing 2.2kReads9.2Score297Shelves

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The emotions are sincere and touching, delicate and touching.

164 病 The Yandere Brother Wants to Seduce Her and Wraps His Fox Tail Around Her Waist KitazuraoModern Romance522k WordsCompleted 6.3kReads9.3Score989Shelves

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The group's favorite and the heartthrob + love complex Shura field + campus + micro sand sculpture, the soft and stupid eldest sister × the yandere brother Shirogiri and black, the yandere is really crazy·

165 如 Like a Flower, a Beautiful Couple, Like a Fleeting Year My Heart Is Long and I Have a Close FriendModern Romance125k WordsCompleted 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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"The Years Go by" tells the story of Fang Fei's growth in the intertwining of love and destiny. From young first love to complicated emotional entanglements, Fang Fei experienced betrayal, loss and rebirth. The intertwining of emotions between her and three men shows the tolerance and dedication of love. In the end, Fang Fei found herself in love and responsibility, explaining the deeper meaning of love than love.

169 她 She Returned Me 20,000 Yuan and Gave Me an Extra 500 Yuan. Moonlight Night with the WindMarriage & Romance6k WordsCompleted 255Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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Positive energy! It has a strong sense of immersion. Shuhuang collects fine works on daily life in the city, marriage and family ethics, etc. The plot is exciting and it is a must-read!

173 香 The Fragrance Is Soft in My Arms, the Prince of the Beijing Circle Has Fallen Favorite Big Tomato12k WordsCompleted 59.3kReads9.4Score1.1kShelves

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Jutian's high-scoring masterpiece, recommended popular short stories

174 爱 Crime of Love Maple Leaves PoppingUrban123k WordsCompleted —Reads—Score—Shelves

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Recommend a serious book

175 一 One-Night Stand: Mr. Huo Indulges Unbridled Crispy CandyModern Romance7.3M WordsCompleted 12.3kReads8.8Score846Shelves

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Twisting and screaming

177 出 The Spirit Medium's Hall: Let's See What This Client's Deal Is Four Happiness PavilionMystery2.9M WordsOngoing 53.9kReads9.6Score4.8kShelves

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Let's take a look at the daily divination of Brother Tie from the Northeastern Horse Fairy Series [The God of Bird Food] [The God of Bird Food] [The God of Bird Food] Thank you

178 盛 The Mist and Rain of the Prosperous Tang Dynasty Came to Life by Mistake DesperateHistorical1.2M WordsCompleted 657Reads5.8Score138Shelves

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Don't look around for books! This suspenseful fantasy novel has a tight rhythm, with foreshadowing throughout the text, the cases are connected one after another, and the twists are unexpected. There is no superfluous plot, and the sense of substitution is very strong. The more you read, the more addictive you will be. Staying up late to read it in one breath is a great stress relief.

179 莞 Guancheng Home Appliance Repair: All Customers Are Sisters Traveler Against the OddsUrban183k WordsCompleted 2.8kReads8.2Score230Shelves

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When he first started working as a home appliance repairer in Dongguan, he was often ignored by others. After unlocking the system, the male protagonist's repair skills improved by leaps and bounds. With his reliable technology and services, he gained the recognition and support of many female owners.

180 债 The Ups and Downs of Debt Thousand Feet of RainUrban211k WordsCompleted 3Reads—Score—Shelves

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Good book recommendation. I just finished reading the latest chapter. The more I read, the more I want to read. It is true and the sentences are beautiful. Highly recommended.

181 东 Ashes of the Five Northeastern Immortals Lone Moon 00Mystery248k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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"Someone has come to pick her up." Jianhua looked away from Hongying's face and stared at the ceiling, unblinking. "I was confused just now and saw an old man wearing a dog-skin hat, a gray cotton-padded jacket, and a hemp rope tied around his waist. He was standing beside Wang Fang's bed, bending over to talk to her. Wang Fang sat up, took off her shoes, and followed him." A chill ran down Hongying's spine. She looked back at the ward - Jianye was standing at the door, Sister Li was talking to the nurse in the corridor, and the old lady who had been napping in the next bed turned over. "What does the old man look like?" Hongying lowered her voice. "I didn't see his face clearly. His hat was pulled down." Jianhua licked his chapped lips, "I asked him who he was and where he was taking Wang Fang. He said he was the second uncle. He said she was more serious than you, so take her away first and pick you up later. He also said that your elder uncle didn't have time to talk to you." Hongying's fingers froze on Jianhua's wrist. "Second uncle? What second uncle?" "I don't know." Jianhua's voice became smaller and smaller, and his eyelids drooped, "I want to call eldest brother. Big brother is napping on the chair. I can't shout." Hongying stood up, walked to the door, dragged Jianye into the corridor, and repeated what Jianhua had just said in a lower voice. Jianye said nothing after hearing this, his brows knitted into a knot. The two men stood in silence in the corridor, fluorescent tubes buzzing overhead. At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the room. "That's not a dream." Hongying and Jianye turned their heads at the same time. The one who spoke was the old lady in the bed next door - the one who had been lying silently during the day, and the family members who were accompanying her in bed thought she was asleep. She sat up from the hospital bed and pushed aside the quilt. She looked to be in her early sixties, with gray hair pulled into a bun on the back of her head. She was wearing a navy blue slanted jacket with cuffs that were washed white. "The second uncle is Huang Xian." The old lady folded the quilt and put it at the end of the bed, speaking in a leisurely manner, "Fox yellow and white willow ash, five immortals. The Hu family is the third master Hu, the Huang family is the second master Huang, the Bai family is the old Mrs. Bai, the Liu family is the third master Liu, and the Hui family is the fourth master Hui. Among the five immortals, Huang Xian is foul-mouthed and nosy. It's okay, but it won't hurt the child. It's not hurting her, it's just giving her medical treatment. The fever won't be cured by your injections in the hospital. If it finds a suitable person, look around and maybe you can find her." Hongying stared at her for a while. "Auntie, who are you?" The old lady straightened her clothes, put her feet down from the bed, and put on her black cotton shoes. "I'm from Shaoguotun. My surname is Liu." She didn't say any more, stood up and walked to Jianhua's bedside, looked down at her face, then picked up her hand and turned it over to look at the palm - the very thin red mark on the index finger was still there. She put Jianhua's hand back into the quilt, turned to Hongying and said, "This girl of yours is not a problem. The girl who left can be found before dawn." Wang Fang's mother didn't know when she came back. She stood at the door and listened to the last part of Aunt Liu's words. She turned around and ran out, disappearing at the end of the corridor. Jianye glanced at Hongying. "Look at Jianhua. I'll go after her." In the waiting room in the middle of the night, the radiator had already turned cold. Xiulian huddled on the bench under the south window, holding her knees in her arms. She held the songbook given by Lao Zhaitou in her arms, and the pages were pressed against her chest, making them warm. She wasn't asleep—the tunes were playing in her head. Hu Huang is always sad, and he is a five-way old immortal. Then she heard a voice. It's a claw. Rustling, rustling, rustling, coming from the ticket window, getting closer and closer. A gray mouse squatted three feet away in front of her, tilting its head and looking at her with its bright black eyes. Then it turned around and crawled towards the easternmost corner of the waiting room. That corner was close to the iron fence at the entrance, where the radiator turned a corner, and there was a narrow gap between it and the wall. The mouse stopped in front of the radiator, scratched the radiator with its front paws - sizzle - and then slipped into the shadow of the corner. Xiulian walked over, squatted down, and looked inside. A bunch of things were curled up in the cracks. They were off-white and very small, huddled in the narrow gap between the heating pipe and the wall. Two bare feet protruded from a ball of wrinkled fabric. The soles of the feet were covered with black mud. The toes were curled up, the toenails were blue, and there was a dead grass leaf stuck to the ankle. She reached out and grabbed the armpit of the mass and dragged it out bit by bit. The thing slipped out of the crack and collapsed on the ground. It's a girl. He was thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a white hospital gown with blue stripes. It was too big, and the cuffs were rolled up several times. There was an infusion patch stuck to the back of his hand. The tape was so dirty that it was curled up and stained with soot and grass clippings. The hair was stuck into locks, with tiny pieces of dead grass stalks stuck in them. His face was covered with mud, his lips were so dry that they were cracked, and his eyes were open with more whites than pupils. Xiulian put her hand on her forehead - it wasn't hot, it was cooler than her own hand. She was about to help the girl up when the girl suddenly spoke. "What are you looking at?" Xiulian's hand stopped. The voice didn't sound like that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl - it was low and hoarse, smelling of cigarette smoke, with an upward note at the end, like an old lady squatting at the end of an alley smoking a cigarette. "Have you never seen Mr. Huang second wife fall in love with someone else?" The girl rolled her eyes, and the few bloodshot threads on the whites of her eyes twitched. Xiulian squatted in front of her, staring at her eyes with rolled eyes and pupils shrunk to pinpoints, and remained silent for a while. "Who are you?" The girl's mouth grinned to both sides. The lips were so tense that they lost all color, revealing two rows of white teeth. "I'm your second uncle, Mr. Huang." She leaned her head against the radiator, crossed her legs, and dangled one bare foot in the air. "This child's soul is about to fall apart. She was frightened when the plate broke. I'll take her out for air first. Are you feeling breathless? Her throat is dry." Xiulian handed over the enamel jar. The girl took it, smelled it, and poured it on the ground. "Cold water? Are you sending the beggar?" She pushed the jar into Xiulian's hand, "Go and buy it. The canteen at the Yangtze River intersection, hurry up, I'm freezing to death." She pushed her bare feet on the radiator and shrank her neck, revealing a thin collarbone at the collar of her hospital gown. Xiulian stood up, walked to the door of the waiting room and looked back. The girl in the hospital gown was picking out her ears with her fingers. After she finished picking out her ears, she put her hand in front of her eyes, looked at it, and flicked it. Her movements were as sophisticated as that of an old lady squatting at the entrance of an alley smoking a pipe. Xiulian put her hands in her pockets, opened the door and walked into the cold early morning wind. The canteen at the Yangtze River intersection still has its lights on. Xiulian took out a few crumpled bills from her pocket and placed them on the counter. The old man took out a flat glass bottle from under the counter, with a red paper label on the bottle - loose white wine. She put the wine bottle in her arms and ran back to the waiting room. Pushing open the door to the waiting room, a smell of smoke hit my face. The girl in a hospital gown was sitting on a bench with her legs crossed and a cigarette in her mouth that she had conjured up from nowhere - the paper was a torn-off calendar paper, with the words "Yi Marriage" vaguely visible on it. Next to her sat an old man wearing a dog-skin hat and a black cotton-padded jacket. He had an old bag at his feet and a wrinkled ticket in his hand. He looked like an ordinary farmer catching the early train to visit relatives in the south. The old man looked uncomfortable, his buttocks were only sitting on half of the chair, and his body was leaning out, as if he was ready to find an opportunity to escape at any time. The girl was chatting to him non-stop, spit flying everywhere, and she was talking as fast as setting off firecrackers. "I said, brother, where are you going with this ticket? Siping? I'm familiar with Siping. There is a village over there called Kaoshan Village. I watched the wife of the old Sun family at the east end of the village get married. That wife is good at stewing vermicelli. I ate two bowls of it during the last wedding. Do you know her?" The old man hugged the bag into his arms and glanced at the door of the waiting room, probably expecting the flight attendant to come and check the tickets. "I don't know him. I went to Siping to see my son. He works in a coal machinery factory." "Coal Machinery Factory? That's more familiar! The master chef in the Coal Machinery Factory cafeteria is named Hu, right? Hu has a big head, a big head and a thick neck, and his fried pickled cabbage vermicelli noodles are excellent. Next time you ask your son to order you a piece, just tell him that it was recommended by Mr. Huang Er, so that - hey, no It must be good, he may not remember me. One time I stole half a roast chicken from his kitchen, and he chased me for two miles with a broom." After she said this, she became happy, patting the armrest of the chair and laughing so hard that the sleeves of her hospital gown almost hit the old man's face. The old man hugged the bag a little tighter and moved it half an inch to the side. Xiulian handed over the bottle. Mr. Huang took it, unscrewed the lid, took a sip, and let out a loud burp. She pushed the bottle into Xiulian's hand and wiped her mouth. "Good wine-" She was about to continue, when suddenly her whole body softened, she leaned back and fell on the bench. The cigarette butt slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground. The sparks splashed and went out. The old man was stunned for a moment, looked at the girl lying on the bench, then at Xiulian, put the bag under his arm, stood up and left. After taking two steps, he turned back and said to Xiulian in a low voice: "Is there something wrong with this girl's mind? She caught someone in the waiting room and started chatting with her from the train to the roasted chicken. Do you know her? Send her to the hospital quickly without delay." After saying that, he pulled down his dog-skin hat and walked to the ticket gate in three steps at a time without looking back. Xiulian walked over, bent down to pick up the cigarette butts, and put them into the enamel jar. Then she looked down at the girl lying on the bench - her eyes closed, breathing evenly, and there was a little blood on her face. The infusion patch on the back of her hand had a corner turned up, and she stretched out her hand to press the corner back. There was still a trace of dried saliva hanging on the corner of the girl's mouth, and she was sleeping soundly. She was completely different from the girl who just crossed her legs, holding a cigarette and scolding the doctor. Xiulian sat down at the other end of the bench, put the enamel basin on her knees, and waited for dawn. It's just dawn. In the square in front of the station, the old man selling tea eggs came out pushing the stove, and the soy sauce soup in the aluminum pot was bubbling. The iron door of the freight shed was ajar and no one was inside. Yesterday's empty lunch box was placed on the straw mat. Xiulian was in the waiting room, leaning on the back of a bench, closing her eyes to relax. The girl next to her was still asleep, breathing evenly. The door to the waiting room was pushed open, and Chen Jianguo came in carrying two lunch boxes. At a glance, he saw Xiulian sitting under the south window, with someone lying next to her, covering her with a tattered cotton jacket. He put the lunch box on the chair and squatted down to take a look at the face - it was covered in mud and the lips were chapped, but he recognized it. It's Wang Fang. "Why are you here?" He reached out and touched Wang Fang's forehead - there was no fever. "Picked it up." Xiulian put the enamel jar on the chair and yawned, "Later last night, I huddled behind the radiator. My feet were bare. White breath came out of my mouth. I felt bad. I gave her a drink and then fell asleep." Jianguo was silent for a while, then took off his gray jacket and wrapped it around Wang Fang, then squatted down. "Help me help. I'll carry her back. My mother is at home, so put the child with me to keep warm. Then I'll go to the hospital to find Wang Fang's mother." Xiulian helped put Wang Fang on his back. Wang Fang put her head on his shoulder, muttered something, and fell asleep again. In the yard of Lao Chen's house, the dead vines on the grape trellis swayed in the wind. The old lady was squatting in front of the stove to add coal. When she heard the door knock, she stood up and turned around. She saw Jianguo coming in with a child on his back, followed by Xiulian. Jianguo put the child on the kang in the small room. The old lady walked over and looked at the muddy face, and then at the white hospital gown with blue stripes. The sleeves were rolled up several times, and there was an infusion patch on the back of her hand. She pulled the quilt over the child, then put her hand into the quilt and touched her feet - they were cold. She took out an old blanket from the kang cabinet and pressed it on top of the quilt. "Who is this child?" The old lady turned around and looked at Xiulian. She was asking about Xiulian, but her eyes fell on the face of the girl wearing a hospital gown on the kang. "This is Jianhua's classmate, named Wang Fang." Jianguo put the enamel jar on the stove. "The person who was hospitalized with Jianhua somehow ran to the train station. Xiulian met her in the waiting room. Mom, I have to go to the hospital and tell Wang Fang that her mother has been found." After saying that, he walked out, opened the door and ran into the yard. The room fell silent. The old lady sat down on the edge of the Kang, pushed Wang Fang's hair away from her forehead, and touched her forehead. Don't burn. She recognized this child - she had met him during a parent-teacher meeting at school, and he sat at the same table with Jianhua. She took her hands back and put them on her knees, then turned to look at Xiulian standing at the door. Xiulian stood by the doorframe. The cuffs of her cotton-padded jacket were frayed. The old cotton shoes on her feet were two sizes too big, with old newspapers stuffed into the toes. The old lady looked at her for a while, then stood up and walked to the stove, scooped out a bowl of cornstarch batter from the pot and put it on the table. "Sit down and eat." Xiulian sat down at the table, picked up the bowl and took a sip. The paste was hot and she hissed. "Your name is Xiulian?" Xiulian nodded. "Where are you from?" "Fuyu. Hwangniwa." The old lady took off her apron and placed it on the back of the chair, then sat down opposite Xiulian. "Who else is at home?" "My father is still here. Don't worry about me." Xiulian put the bowl on the table and rubbed her fingers back and forth on the edge of the bowl. "I have been out for several years. I have been staying at the train station." The old lady looked at the floral cotton-padded jacket with frayed cuffs on her body, and then at the old cotton-padded shoes that were two sizes too big on her feet. She did not ask, "How did you survive?" She just pushed the plate of salted radish strips on the table towards Xiulian. "Eat more. I pickled these salted radish strips myself. You can try them." Xiulian picked up one and chewed it twice. "It's delicious." The old lady put her chopsticks on the table and looked at Xiulian lowering her head to eat the paste, and the corners of her mouth moved. Outside the window, it was already bright.

184 傻 Rebirth of a Fool: Revenge Cannot Delay Having Children Ghost Hunting ProdigyUrban185k WordsCompleted 246Reads—Score160Shelves

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Must be arranged

188 钢 Reinforced Rose Tao MokeUrban613k WordsCompleted 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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I recommend this book first, it is the only book about civil engineering in Tianya.

190 土 Tudou Xishi Defied Fate and Changed Her Destiny to Become a Big Boss Winter Rat Saves RiceAncient Romance307k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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Yang Yu is a modern female college student born in the 20th century. She lives in a rural area not far from a small town. Both parents are hard-working and kind-hearted people. My father is a good potato grower, and my mother sells fried potatoes in the town. When her mother went into labor while harvesting potatoes in the field, her father gave the potatoes to the doctor as a gift, and Yang Yu was nicknamed "Potato Beauty". When Yang Yu was working part-time and working the night shift in college, she was robbed by a beggar and was rescued by a veteran, Ah Wei, and the two fell in love. Ah Wei went to Yang Yu's hometown to open a restaurant for love. Yang Yu would go to the restaurant to help when he had time. Yang Yu lived a happy life because of the love of her parents and boyfriend. Unexpectedly, the two of them were transported to the same fictional dynasty. In the new society, the original owners of the two lodges did not know each other, and their statuses were thousands of miles apart. Yang Yu became the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family in a small town, but her parents died and she was burdened with huge debts. Her fiancé broke off the engagement. Creditors came to press for debts when the original owner's father was buried, and the original owner died. Ah Wei became a down-and-out prince who was fostered in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Yang Yu was forced to make a living and started farming and doing business. Ah Wei, on the other hand, raised money to do business in order to protect himself, protect the Prime Minister's Government, avenge the original owner's biological mother, etc., And wanted to strengthen the power of the Prime Minister's Government. The two met through business, admired and attracted each other. In the end, they overcame many difficulties, worked together to save the people, created a new world, and continued their love from the previous world after recognizing each other.

191 霓 Neon Taipei: My Seven Years of Depravity Only DreamingUrban1.2M WordsCompleted 7.1kReads7.4Score504Shelves

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In 2000, a 20-year-old mainland boy went to Taipei alone and went from being an ignorant boy to holding the proprietress's well-maintained hand~

192 一 A Fake Dog-Licking System, Do You Still Take It Seriously? Sanchakou by the LakeUrban1.3M WordsOngoing 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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Let's not talk about serious things for now. It's so sad. It was updated to chapter 730 today, but chapter 459 was banned. Let's talk about tigers and wolves first to see if they can scare off the million-strong army of Cao thieves. "Yuchen, don't think too much, just think that what's in your belly is just a piece of shit, just poop it out!" - Excerpt from Chapter 727. "I want to induce labor after my water breaks!" ——Excerpt from Chapter 728. This is a grudge between two generations, but it affects three generations. The protagonist has been imprisoned. Everything was an arranged conspiracy. His wife had eight miscarriages and only gave birth to a boy, but it was not his. He had 6 nannies vying to have sex with him in order to get pregnant, only to have an abortion after they became pregnant. He gave a little nanny the [dog-licking system] that brought back the rewards, but the woman was bent on becoming a thief and stealing his things. Everyone is rebellious.

193 大 During the Imperial Examination of the Ming Dynasty, He Became the Father of Five Children at the Beginning Xiao Zhang Under the Night LightHistorical393k WordsCompleted 4.8kReads6.9Score519Shelves

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Ancient and warm daily life, must be popular and good-looking

194 风 Coquettish Good Fish in WaterUrban1.2M WordsCompleted 6kReads9.1Score820Shelves

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The rating is high and the content is good. I highly recommend everyone to watch it! ! !

195 风 Feng Shui Wonders! Chen JiuUrban524k WordsOngoing 85.2kReads5.8Score6.2kShelves

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The first Feng Shui novel [top post]

196 豪 The Wealthy Family Traveled Through Time and Brought the Ancient Little Brother Home Wooden Fish WavingAncient Romance246k WordsCompleted —Reads—Score—Shelves

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Go ahead, starting from about chapter 22, there will be one every now and then, it's so sweet that you'll be sick of it, there are chapters 26, 48, and 49 that I forgot, so you can check them out, add a bookshelf, and catch up on updates, I definitely won't let you down!

197 郭 Guo's Crosstalk: a Crooked Commentary on Journey to the West Kou Chengtian's Spicy FoodUrban2.5M WordsOngoing 2.5kReads8.8Score105Shelves

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The only pure cross talk novel in the world, listen to how Teacher Guo "turns and shakes" to create suspense, and how Teacher Yu "stares in confusion" to pass the steps, peeling back the secrets of Journey to the West.

198 重 Rebirth 80: Night Blade Zhen Huan from Jade IslandUrban1.1M WordsCompleted 810Reads8.9Score—Shelves

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Serious nonsense

199 和 Monk, You Broke the Precept Again Linghua DanceAncient Romance313k WordsCompleted 814Reads6.5Score109Shelves

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It looks good!