Dragon Clan, the Upper Shirt Is Painted with Pear Clothes! ! ! !

59 龙 Dragon Clan: Kick Nono Away, I Will Hold Hui Liyi Alone Qingqing Highland Barley Wine255k WordsCompleted 921Reads5.8Score139Shelves

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This book only has the single heroine Hui Liyi [Chigua]

61 开 At the Beginning, Capture Eri Yi and Face the Two Dragon Kings! I'm Good at Lying Down175k WordsOngoing 321Reads—Score—Shelves

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It's really beautiful, with teacher Jiang Nan's writing style, and there are no knives

62 龙 Dragon Clan: Draw the Word Spirit Trial at the Beginning Emperor Lanyan405k WordsCompleted 10.1kReads8.6Score1.5kShelves

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I really like this ending - a new Internet cafe opened on the corner of the street. The owner is a middle-aged man, a bit shabby, and always worried about the rent. The proprietress is a Japanese woman. She is very beautiful. She is over forty, but she still looks like a twenty-year-old girl. It's a pity that he is mute and cannot speak, so he can only communicate with others using pen and paper. She is naturally shy and always hides behind her boss. She and her boss nest in the small world of the console, watching various anime together. Sometimes she would quietly watch her boss play StarCraft and write big words of encouragement in her notebook with a water-based pen. Occasionally, a cold man would come here with a woman. The woman was very lively, and the years had not left any trace on her body. The boss seemed to respect the man very much, and always called him senior brother. When they were drunk, the man would always become very gossipy, yelling about breaking the axle and other things to tease the boss. The woman on the side was holding a Coke and laughing at the two drunk people, joking with the boss's wife. Once or twice, a sexy blond foreign man came. He was quite handsome and had two beautiful breasts. He looked very rich, and I heard he was an Italian playboy, and he also had a beautiful red-haired girl with him. When they first saw her, everyone thought she looked a bit like the boss's wife. Everyone didn't understand how the boss could know a rich foreigner at first. It wasn't until the boss called the red-haired girl Senior Sister that everyone suddenly realized it. Every time, the arrogant Italian would always bring a bottle of good wine and have a drink with the boss, and by the way, he would book out the boss's small Internet cafe. The boss's senior sister always teases the boss when he is drunk and plays games with the boss's wife. The picture is stunning. It must have been last spring, when the cold man and the arrogant Italian came to see the boss. I heard that a thief German who spoke in Chinese also came. I don't know what they talked about. The next day, the boss temporarily closed the Internet cafe, saying that he was taking the boss's wife on a trip. Hearing that he was going away for a month, the boss generously told the curious neighbors that he would first go to Japan to see the performance of the famous Master Kazama Ruri, and then go to France to see his brother-in-law. It is said that my brother-in-law is in the suntan lotion business, and it is very prosperous. I heard that the boss's wife was pregnant after the trip, and the boss was surprised and panicked. He heard that the boss's two brothers were ready to rush over to take care of her, and there was also a little boy in his teens who was very beautiful. He kept talking about power and strength, your life is mine, your child is mine, and he must raise it, etc. However, the boss did not treat him very much. Later, I heard that the boss said that was his younger brother. Later, I heard that when the boss's wife was pregnant, two people ran over first, one with silver hair but still wearing a suit, and another who looked very wretched in jeans. He also carried a particularly large machine, which seemed to be a projector, and projected a blue girl. I heard that those are the boss's principal and vice principal. Unshakable The boss and his wife closed the shop for another week during summer and autumn. I heard from the boss that he went to Ehime Prefecture in Japan to celebrate an anniversary. It seems that the boss proposed to his wife there.

64 龙 Shadow of the Dragon Clan Lazy Little Tree898k WordsOngoing 3.9kReads9.2Score368Shelves

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"The sparrow instantly turned into a ball of blood and exploded, and the blood splashed onto Eri's face. She was stunned, but she didn't cry. Instead, she slowly walked to the corner of the room and curled up. Maybe this was not the first time this happened, so she didn't panic, but she was filled with endless regret. I also knew why she was locked in such a room."

65 龙 Dragon Clan: Am I Actually an Alien Dragon? Ultraman Traveling Around325k WordsCompleted 1.8kReads6.6Score152Shelves

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CP painted pear clothing

70 龙 Dragon Clan: Go Back to Your Youth Falling in Love with the Upstairs, Sorrow, Sorrow715k WordsOngoing 2.6kReads8.8Score331Shelves

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Here I am, I want to promote books

71 屠 Slaying the Dragon Started When He Was Targeted by Kassel Academy Flowers Growing on the Clouds1.6M WordsCompleted 31.9kReads8.9Score3kShelves

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The first book has multiple female protagonists, and the second and third books are completed.

73 龙 Dragon Clan: at the Beginning, We Were Next to Her Royal Highness. Ichijo Immortal Lord790k WordsOngoing 12.3kReads8.4Score1.8kShelves

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Treasured ingredients paired with precious you (｡･ω･｡) ①[Eri Yi - candidate for the strongest White King, white moonlight and countless people are at peace with each other] ②[You who walk to school with me are the protagonist, does it mean that I who walk to school with you... Have the appearance of a royal palace]

74 龙 Dragon Clan VI: Dream Eclipse Disciple Don't Mess AroundEastern Fantasy974k WordsOngoing 32.8kReads8.6Score4.5kShelves

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@Heinrichhomula Her seventy-two unsent letters After rebirth, I returned to the night before the fall of Tokyo Tower. This time I didn't rush to Kurui immediately, but went to the dusty locker in Akihabara first. I took out the game account that Eriyi left behind, and after logging in, I found all the unread messages she had sent me. The last one stayed: "Sakura, actually the meeting on the rainy night was not a coincidence. The family asked me to kill you." "But when you handed me that warm taiyaki, I decided to betray the whole world." With trembling hands, I typed a reply in the input box: "This time, I will come to you." The screen suddenly flashed, and a new message was received - "The player 'Eri' is logging in." --- The rain began to fall at dusk, and at first it was just a faint trace of moisture, rubbing against the glass curtain wall of the high-rise building, creating a blur of neon. Soon, the dampness became heavier and connected into threads, weaving a gray and boundless network between the dark red bones of Tokyo Tower. The top of the tower pierced into the low-pressure clouds, like a rusty giant sword that was about to emerge. Lu Mingfei stood under the tower, the rainwater flowing down his forehead in strands and sliding into his eyes, making it painful. But he just raised his head, looking at the tower that had been the breaking point of his destiny and the beginning of the world's overthrow. The water vapor mixed with the smell of rust and city dust poured into the nostrils arbitrarily. Back. Really back. Back to this rainy night, back to the fork in the road where everything has not been soaked with blood and tears. The heart in the chest beats heavy and dull, like an old drum covered with wet cowhide. Every beat involves the severe pain that has cooled down but suddenly warms up at this moment. He should have turned around immediately and run towards the red well destined to swallow everything, just like last time, like a puppet hung by the thread of fate. But he just stood there, his rain-soaked soles biting the cold, slippery ground. In another place, a small but stubborn thought was passing through the thick curtain of time, calling him almost mournfully. Akihabara. Akihabara late at night has faded away from the hustle and bustle of the day, like the ruins left behind after a carnival. The giant anime signboard flickers dimly in the rain, the signboard of the maid cafe is dripping with water, and the alley is piled with rain-soaked cardboard boxes and flyers. Following his memory, he walked through the maze of alleys and stopped at a coin locker at the back of an old arcade. The cabinet door is No. 017. Most of the green paint has peeled off, revealing the dark red rust underneath, and the keyhole is a little dull. The key was so painful in the palm of his hand - it was found in a pile of relics in the previous life, a long time later, and he never thought that it could still be used. "Click." The sound of the cabinet door popping open was amplified in the silent rainy alley, making it thrilling. There are no monsters or secrets inside, just a thick, velvety layer of dust. Under the dust, there lay a palm-sized plastic ornament, a naive dinosaur. The paint was a little old, but the eyes were still round and open. Behind the dinosaur's butt, there is a thin metal account card with the game arcade logo printed on it. He picked up the card and couldn't suppress the trembling of his fingertips. Dust fell, like a miniature, silent avalanche. The nearest Internet cafe is filled with smoke and the keyboards are crackling. The machine screen in the corner reflected his ghost-white face. Insert the card, start, and the login interface pops up. The username automatically fills in: "Sakura likes Eriyi the most." The password box is flashing. He closed his eyes, his fingertips hovering above the keyboard, and the tide of memories poured back - the girl curled up on the sofa, watching him operate awkwardly, smiling with her lips pursed, then took his hand, key by key, and pressed a series of warm passwords that belonged to her. Enter. Login successful. The interface jumps to the homepage of an old social game that has long been discontinued. Simple pixel background, still courtyard. But on the mailbox icon, a bright red number was like a bloody nail suddenly driven into the field of vision - "Unread messages: 72". Time was completely weightless and collapsed at this moment. The air was drained, and all the noise in the Internet cafe receded like a tide, leaving only the blue light of the screen and the roar of blood rushing in the ears. The cursor hung on the inbox, frozen for a few seconds as long as a century, and then fell. The first one, the timestamp is a distant summer afternoon. "Sakura, today's family meeting was so boring. I couldn't understand what they were saying. I secretly painted a little duck under the table, yellow, like the rubber duck you bought me last time." "Sakura, it's raining. They said my 'word spirit' will make the sky cry, is that true? I don't like rain, but if it's with you, it doesn't seem to matter." "I finished the new game I bought! The final BOSS was awesome, but I still won. The strategy is written and stored in the attachment. Sakura can use it the next time she plays." "My hair has grown again, and I want to cut it shorter. But you said you like the look of my long hair... Then you should keep it." "The sunflower in the vase has withered. Could it be that it can't wait for Sakura to come back?" "..." One by one, word by word. There is no resentment, no questioning, just trivial, warm and lonely sharing day after day. Like a child, she piously places her whole world in front of a tree hole that may never respond again. The time he missed, the changes in seasons and the alternation of sunshine and rain that she experienced alone, now turned into the thinnest and sharpest needles, densely packed, piercing his soul that was already riddled with holes. He was hunched in the cheap computer chair, pressing the back of his hand against his teeth to block the beast-like whimper that was about to break through his throat. His eyes slid down mechanically. The time of the last message was surprisingly - yesterday. "Sakura, actually, the meeting on the rainy night was not a coincidence. The family asked me to kill you." The cold words, wrapped in the chill from the other side of time, instantly froze his bone marrow. The blood flowed backwards, the limbs were paralyzed, and only the eyeballs were tightly grasped by the words, unable to move an inch. The light of the screen dimly illuminated, and there was another paragraph below, separated by a small blank space, like a gentle sigh, then he mustered up all his courage to add: "But when you handed me that warm taiyaki, I decided to betray the whole world." ... ... The world was silent. The sound of rain, heartbeat, breathing, all sounds disappeared. Only those words echoed repeatedly in my empty mind, and every collision exploded with silent and destructive thunder. That taiyaki... The heat of a cheap street stall, the overly sweet bean paste filling, the slight touch of her fingertips when she took it, the small animal-like ignorance and joy that flashed in her eyes... That moment of insignificant warmth was actually the entire reason for her to fight against the entire cruel fate? He betrayed the world, and the world crushed him. But there has never been a betrayal that was so light and yet so heavy. It was so heavy that every inch of his self-righteous "sacrifice" and "grief" seemed so ridiculous and pale. The cold tears finally broke through, mixed with the wet rain on the face, and surged down, dripping on the keyboard and making small splashes. He raised his hand that was shaking uncontrollably, his fingers were as stiff as iron, and he hit the keyboard almost roughly. It was as if he had used all the strength of this life, no, the combined strength of two lives, to dig out from the depths of his flesh and blood those words that had long rotted and sprouted in his heart: "This time, I will come to you." The cursor flickered at the end of the sentence, just like his heartbeat on the verge of breaking. The fingertips hung above the Enter key, weighing a thousand pounds. Pressing it means completely shattering the illusory and stolen peace at this moment, and throwing it into the unknown and bloody torrent again. But, how could you not press it? He closed his eyes and pressed hard with his knuckles - "Ta." There was a soft sound. Almost at the same time - "Ding dong." The crisp system prompt sound was incompatible with this old game interface, like an ice bead falling into stagnant water. He suddenly opened his eyes. In the lower right corner of the screen, a prompt box that he had never dared to expect pops up calmly and without warning: [System notification: Your friend 'Eri Yi' is logging in...]

83 龙 Dragon Clan: After Giving up Slaying the Dragon, All Members Became HE Classmate Xuanyu1.1M WordsOngoing 45.5kReads9.0Score4.4kShelves

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88 龙 Dragon Clan: a Bad Boy Will Never Meet a Cold-Faced Cute Witch Odin1.1M WordsOngoing 9.9kReads8.8Score1.2kShelves

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Highly recommend the sixth book, it's super beautiful, the new book has started, and the plot is getting better.

93 龙 Dragon Clan: Slay the Dragon? Cassell Knows Nothing! Wangcai 6666268k WordsOngoing 1.8kReads8.5Score197Shelves

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The subject matter is quite interesting.

95 当 When a Kamen Rider Appears in the Dragon Clan Jiwu604k WordsOngoing 4.4kReads9.0Score373Shelves

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The heroine is painted with Li Yi, but it hasn't progressed to the advanced level yet. She is still a Kamen Rider fan, and Lu Mingfei is Ryuga.

96 龙 Dragon Clan: It's Broken! Lu Mingfei Suffers from Depression A Bouquet for Someone318k WordsOngoing 114.2kReads8.1Score11.6kShelves

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If I remember correctly, they were all Little Monsters and there were a few more