A Reserved Eastern Gentleman Meets a Passionate Western Beauty

162 汴 Bianjing Corpse Whisperer Dou Cheng Ba Ye29k WordsCompleted —Reads8.4Score—Shelves

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The rain fell in the middle of the night @ Doucheng Baye. , With the unique dampness and coldness of western Hunan, like countless fine silver needles drilling into the bones. I tightened my raincoat tightly, and the copper bell in my hand made a dull sound in the wind and rain, jingle-dang, jingle-dang. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to penetrate the dark mist and startle a few local birds in the forest. The figure in front of me, wearing a shroud, was jumping up and down following my ringtone. It was a male corpse, with a mahogany sword stuck on his back, a yellow talisman on his face, and a copper coin in his mouth. According to the rules, corpse drivers cannot let the dead get wet, so I specially chose this shady mountain road. Although the road is slippery and difficult to walk, it can provide shelter from the rain. But the rain was getting stronger and stronger, and it made a crackling sound on the bamboo hat, as if there were countless pairs of invisible hands beating. "Master has said," I muttered silently in my mind, "We must cross the Broken Soul Ridge before Chen hour, otherwise the corpse will 'wake up'." "Wake-up" here does not mean coming back to life, but means that the rigor mortis is softened, prone to rot, stinking, and even corpse transformation. The business of driving corpses is to send people home, and it is also a business to compete with the King of Hell for time. If it cannot be delivered to its destination, not only will it fail to make money, but it will also cost you your life.

182 末 The King of Doomsday Cards: My Beast-Eared Girl's Thighs Dream About Sword EnergySci-Fi & Apocalypse136k WordsOngoing 2Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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This book actually fits what the original poster said [laughs crookedly]

183 纽 New York Rose and Oriental Moon William Tell of Nine ColorsModern Romance298k WordsOngoing 13Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Time and space jump to New York in the 1950s. Lin Yu goes from confusion to determination, relying on Rose's protection to enter the upper class society. Etiquette confrontation + cultural collision + hidden heartbeat, the plot is very easy to follow online.

184 千 Millennium Yue Not ColdUrban339k WordsOngoing 2Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The male protagonist has only one principle: "I will pamper my women; whoever dares to bully them, I will let him die!" In this book, the female protagonists are not vases, but "confidantes" and "comrades-in-arms." ● In the face of provocation, the male protagonist stood up without hesitation: "She is my woman, who do you think you are?" ● In the face of crisis, the male protagonist left the chance of survival to them and fought alone against an army of millions. Although there are multiple female protagonists, it is by no means a brainless pile-up. Every heroine has her story and the unspeakable bond between her and the hero. The male protagonist's love for them is the determination of "even if the whole world is against you, I will stand behind you." This kind of affectionate feeling that "one person can rule for eternity, just to protect them" is more addictive than a simple cool article! 9

185 我 I Drive a Taxi in New York Deserted City SavagesUrban1.4M WordsOngoing 9Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Recommended new book, Urban Brainstorm, thank you for your support. He Qiang, a recent graduate from Qingcheng University majoring in boiler engineering, had a series of bizarre experiences in New York when he drove a taxi, possessed a spirit (car), succumbed to monsters, acted chivalrously, and flirted with women.

186 死 On the Seventh Day After My Death, I Locked the Scumbag Tea Girl to Death Drunk and in Love with the World of MortalsMystery48k WordsCompleted 192Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Highly recommended, a suspenseful book, a sweet favorite, a refreshing novel