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252 呓 The Era of Babbling Silver-Haired AkagiUrban1.8M WordsOngoing 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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Highly recommended! They are all excellent products! Both the long series and the short series have been completed!

253 我 My Leisurely Life in Tang Dynasty Mu Yun Who Loves to Eat Fermented RiceHistorical301k WordsCompleted 113Reads—Score—Shelves

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Li Runtian, associate professor of Agricultural University, traveled through the Tang Dynasty and became the laziest farmer in the village. In order to lie down and drink water, he invented an automatic dripping device; in order to avoid having to carry water, he built a water tanker; in order to talk less, he taught a few words and asked people from other villages to come to him with money for advice. Others were exhausted from farming, but he lived a comfortable life just lying down - and by the way he became a god from all over the country.

260 趣 Fun Three Kingdoms Ninth Day 97Historical86k WordsCompleted 26Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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When the wind blows, we should strive for life

262 焱 Yan Mingji The Old Wu Next Door to ShiwuHistorical2.4M WordsCompleted 1Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The plains are vast and the shrubs are sprouting. On the stagnant pool, the ice has not yet melted. An egret, walking alone. She sat in front of him and leaned into his arms. My heart beats like a drum and my face turns red like a cloud. She turned back secretly and met his eyes. He quickly turned back, wishing he could bury it in the horse's hair. She saw buds in the bushes. She saw an egret on the ice. She saw his silhouette in the sunset. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat. At that moment, something sprouted quietly. He turned his head. Against the light. That face can't be seen clearly. But that outline was imprinted in her heart. He scooped her up onto his horse. She huddled in his arms. Under the sunset, a horse and two people. Run into the distance. For some people, just one glance and a lifetime. Some buds can never be taken back even if they sprout an inch.

269 魔 Book of Magic Troubadour SaddlebringerEastern Fantasy387k WordsCompleted 215Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Yes [Chigua] Eastern mysticism/fantasy magic novel, in troubled times, demonic shadows are surging under the earth, and the Maras who are beyond human memory and older than myths are coming...

292 邪 Mr. Evil God, You Don't Want to Take Off Your Vest, Right? Youth Is Not Afraid of Pants ExplodingMystery217k WordsCompleted 3.7kReads9.2Score531Shelves

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Welfare (super good-looking literary classic, suspense, supernatural suspense, brain-moving, good-looking[making faces]

299 守 The Evil Dragon Guarding the Treasure What a Big CabbageMartial Arts273k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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See the writing for yourself ↓ "Go west, walk through the sleeping path of Helios, go south, crush the dust paved by the forgotten goddess. In the cloister of the wailing saint, the mire is filled with the sigh of the labyrinth. In the territory of the furious Titan, the rock sings the ancient war song. The sigh of Chione floods the sky, and the curse whispers in the cold wind. On the top of the cliff cast by divine punishment, the shadows of the dead rise like waves. Altar! The icy chains of the Caucasus bind the fire-stealing prophet. The divine fire has burned out, and the remaining warmth has dissipated. All living beings have withered and returned to the embrace of eternal darkness. Only the brave man who carries the fate comes alone from the abyss. Find the lost sacred object, the traveler chosen by fate: The broken branches of fennel hide the glimmer of light. The rosin is gilded with tears, the chaotic flint contains sparks, and the jade bottle of the sacred mountain will burn forever! When the sacred objects are reunited on the top of the altar, the bound saint will open his drooping eyelids, and the extinguished sacred fire will jump again, igniting the eternal flame! The saint breaks free from the shackles, and the sacred fire will never go out, and the name of the brave will be engraved on the forest of heroes to show the way. Light! It will eventually tear apart the thick curtain of eternal night, like a long golden river, which has dried up the long-dried homeland of the world!" Literary ↓ Xie Yu looked directly into his eyes and said lightly: "Tell me, how did the fire go out?" This is the key to unlocking everything. Prometheus was silent. Those huge golden eyes were filled with complicated and difficult-to-understand emotions - some were sadness, some were mocking, and there was the indifference of a god looking down at the ants. Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice filled with the exhaustion of understanding the laws of the universe: "It's very simple... As simple as breathing." "Because God... Believes that it is extinguished."