💥Explode! The happy life was shattered in an instant, Gu Yang was in a vegetative state due to a car accident 🍀 He was conscious but trapped in darkness. After learning the secret, he merged with the shadow and became the Night Butcher. Kill and lose life, heal and become stronger🌈🌈! Various efforts have been made to contain the situation but to no avail. This dark supernatural plot is so exciting that people can't stop 🎉🎉
(More than a million words, you can be slaughtered if you are fat!) Yuan Ying, who practices Qi and builds the foundation pill, is a mortal, has no female protagonist, and a fellow practitioner of positive and evil skills (using the Yin Soul Flag) has grown up step by step from a low-level handyman. The protagonist kills decisively, the villain's IQ is online, the plot is compact and fast-paced, there are no peeing spots throughout the whole process, and it is highly readable. It is worth buying!
"Is there a fist secret that can penetrate dimensions hidden in the wooden house in Tianshui City? This is much more interesting than my push-up training plan. Ye An found out that his birthday was coming when he was taking a shower, but someone came to his door as a sandbag the next day? This kind of efficiency would make even the Heroes Association blush. Remember, real fists don't need fancy moves, just like real recommendations don't need nonsense - use the bridge of your nose to feel the breaking sound of Chapter 4."
The protagonist is ruthless in pursuit of profit, loves to pluck wool, has full drama attributes, and has many female protagonists. After establishing a foundation in martial arts, he embarks on a journey to immortality. The plot is mind-numbingly exciting, and he is cautious and sinister. He can be called King Gou and has his own humorous buff.
This book can really be rated 9 or above. The author has rigorous settings, meticulous logic, and high-end laughs. The male protagonist is not a virgin, and the female protagonist is ten or more. Hurry up and take a look... [What]
Chapter 1: Fighting for food with beggars Qian Guo. Yancheng. Song Wen was ecstatic as he held the two rice bran buns he pulled out of the swill bucket.
The male protagonist, overwhelmed by the pressure of family ties, listened to his brother's slander and smuggled out of the country in order to make quick money. He stepped into the core den of telecommunications fraud. He refused to deceive people and was faced with all kinds of difficulties. He saw through the sinister nature of human nature and just wanted to escape from this dark purgatory.
I strongly recommend these books, which are more suitable. I will forward the newly compiled book list in the book club to you. You can read it in the book shortage.
They all burst into tears! The protagonist not only bites other people's waists, but also ureters, prostates, large intestines, limbs and brain stems... As long as the enemy's is better than his own, he can open his stomach and beat him! When you change it, you will become stronger. When you are stronger, continue to grab it. After grabbing it, continue to change it! Currently, I am writing about capturing the little ones for human experiments, and in the future, they may electrify the Ganges River water in Asan... .
💥Human society collapses, the doomsday is coming, and cannibalism is the essence of the doomsday. There are no cheats, no halo of the protagonist, no spiritual recovery, and every step will lead to despair! ! For those who died at the beginning of the end, I envy you because you have not experienced despair more desperate than death. My name is Chen Ge, and I witness the coming of the end! !
Brand new and original, apocalyptic novel with novel theme. Since ancient times, there has been only one path in life, and there has never been a second choice. [Love]
The wind outside the window seemed to be getting louder, rolling up snow particles and beating on the thatched roof, making a soft rustling sound, like some kind of reptile crawling. Outside the woodshed, there were extremely slight and hesitant footsteps, which stopped outside the door. The footsteps were hollow, with obvious trembling, and there was a long interval between each step. The person appeared to be physically weak and extremely nervous. "Han... Brother Han Li? Are you in there?" A thin, timid girl's voice penetrated through the crack in the door, cut intermittently by the cold wind. There was an obvious tremor in his voice, and his breathing was rapid, mixed with a slight cough. It was obvious that he was extremely weak and was afraid of being noticed, so he had a bit of desperate courage. The memory index quickly brought up relevant information: Han Xiaoyu, an orphan girl from the side branch, fourteen years old, with the first level of Qi Transformation. In the past, when Han Li was still a genius, he had spoken to stop her twice when she was bullied by other children. Later, when Han Li became a useless person, she would occasionally secretly save half a cake and stuff it through the crack in the door. Her current condition is that she has been deprived of food for a long time, and her survival situation is precarious. Leng Yuan did not respond. "I... I just saw Zhang Kui running over in a panic, his crotch was wet... Li Hu seems to be talking about you too." Han Xiaoyu lowered his voice, paused, and added, "Also, Master Li Mingxuan came back from the Black Wind Mountains at noon today and went directly to the secret room behind the family medicine hall..." "When I secretly poured out the medicine dregs, I heard the senior brother on duty inside whisper that what Master Li brought back was so sinister... Even the inner wall of the black iron medicine cauldron was covered with a layer of white frost..." "It was said that to refine the mother Gu, it had to be nourished with the evil spirit of the resentful souls of Black Wind Ruins... Li Cang changed the door lock of the secret room himself, and only he and Li Mingxuan had the key..." There was a hint of desire for survival in her voice. This is the attachment instinct of the weak at the bottom, gambling on the only information they have in exchange for a possible shelter. She knew that with her meager behavior, she would not survive long in this cruel Han family. Li Hu and others are domineering, and Li Mingxuan is even more unfathomable. Only Han Li, who suddenly became different in front of her, might be able to give her a glimmer of hope. Deep in Leng Yuan's sea of consciousness, the fragments of clues quickly spliced together to form a clear picture. Li Mingxuan had just returned from the Black Wind Mountains, and the Black Wind Ruins were the suspected source of this cold secret technique, and the timeline fit perfectly. Yin Qi congealing frost and refining mother Gu are definitely beyond the reach of ordinary Yin materials. This is ironclad evidence of the identity of the caster. "I know." Leng Yuan finally spoke, his voice still calm, with no hint of happiness or anger. There was silence outside the door for a moment. Then, something was carefully pushed in from the bottom of the door. Half a piece of cold, thick dough cake, with a little warmth from the girl's palm still remaining on the edge, and a faint smell of sweat. The fingers of the pancake were shaking violently. The frostbite on the fingertips was slightly red in the cold wind at the crack of the door, and the skin was dry and peeling. After putting it down, it quickly retracts. You can also hear a burst of rapid and staggering footsteps, going away quickly. She was afraid that this kindness would be rejected, and she was even more afraid that Li Hu and others would discover that she had contact with Han Li. Leng Yuan's eyes fell on the half piece of thick flour cake, but he didn't pick it up immediately. Goodwill in this world is not only a luxury product, but also a dangerous illusion. It cannot be quantified, cannot be stored, and is subject to deterioration at any time due to interest, fear, or simple forgetfulness. After a moment, he bent down to pick up the half piece of cake, and his fingertips touched the rough dough and a trace of residual warmth. He placed the half of the loaf with the white flour loaf that he had hidden earlier. It was not out of gratitude, but because this half piece of cake could provide him with about two more hours of basic energy support at a critical moment. This is a measurable and usable reserve resource. The moment his consciousness processed this ineffective behavior, a certain thread seemed to run for a moment longer before returning to calm. Not moved, but calculating whether there are other risks hidden behind this goodwill. The conclusion is, not yet. Han Xiaoyu was too weak to pose a threat, and the value of her information far exceeded the value of this half piece of cake. Outside the window, the snow finally stopped. The pale moonlight was like a voyeur's one eye, struggling to penetrate the thick clouds and gaps in the thatch, casting a few blurry light spots like festering wounds on the cold and damp ground. At the edge of the light spot, there is a shadow that is too thick to dissolve. Just like this world, light is always just the embellishment, and darkness is the background.