Has Tomato Switched to a New Batch of Authors? So Many New Books Have Amazing Writing!

1457 关 About the Fact That I Pretended to Be a Passerby and Sneaked into the Brave Team, but the Brave Confessed to Me Shan Shiyue15k WordsCompleted 8.2kReads9.8Score652Shelves

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Recommended short stories! There are normal people/pure love, 1 pair is male, 234 has no cp, 5 has some words

1462 重 Rebirth of Demonic Goodness Awakening Light Fragrance Flower ShadowAncient Romance544k WordsOngoing 3Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Machiavellian strategy + fantasy + fateful pull + high-energy counterattack # recommended #fantasy novel #tactical strategy

1463 重 Reborn in 1998, Five Sisters Are in Their Prime. Yuxin XiaozhuUrban301k WordsCompleted 4.2kReads9.3Score362Shelves

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When people reach middle age, they see all the injustice in the world and are unwilling to shut up and watch. Bravely pick up the pen, weave stories, and write all the real phenomena around you into the plot of the book. The results in two years are amazing👍

1468 第 Ninth Reich Qinglou Distinguished GuestsUrban3.5M WordsOngoing 175.1kReads9.4Score14.8kShelves

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Highly recommend The Ninth Reich

1469 偏 I Turned My Head and Saw You Zhang XiaoduoduoModern Romance310k WordsCompleted 20Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The writing is very good, recommended for new books

1470 女 Female Majesty: Skyrocketing to 90,000 Miles Zhou Xiaoyu YAncient Romance612k WordsOngoing 20.6kReads8.5Score1.1kShelves

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The first chapter kept me here! ! The story line is very rich, new book, serialized article, low rating, but very interesting!

1472 快 Quick Travel: the Happy Life of Cannon Fodder Feng Fu QingchiRural Life342k WordsOngoing 5.4kReads—Score541Shelves

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I love this book, it's really good. The author's formula is deep and successful in retaining me. Especially the weird golden fingers inside are unexpected.

1473 都 They All Said That They Want to Be the Top 1 Most Popular Comic Book Love to Eat Herbal Tea HawthornModern Romance380k WordsOngoing 4.6kReads8.4Score487Shelves

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They are all my favorites, most of them are niche treasure books, and they are all female videos, which are super beautiful! The poison has been tested~ Eat with confidence [Blow a kiss] Don't look at the ratings! The rating is toxic, please read the text ~

1475 全 Everyone Is Trying to Survive, and I Have Become the Second Child in Ten Thousand Years. Air Fryer Hot RiceSci-Fi & Apocalypse823k WordsCompleted 52.1kReads9.3Score7.9kShelves

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Are there any similar survival stories of this type? Both survival novels are very interesting to read. As for the first one, although there is a male protagonist, there are not many scenes, so it doesn't have much impact on the reading. I wouldn't mind reading it again!

1491 攻 Strategy for Me? You'd Better Be Killed by Me! The Unruly Young KingFantastical Romance287k WordsOngoing 110Reads—Score—Shelves

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This is a good book with a non-CP heroine. The subject matter is very novel and interesting.

1492 劫 Robbery Furnace Bring a Knife but No Umbrella When Falling into the RainEastern Fantasy185k WordsOngoing 12Reads—Score—Shelves

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Recommended new book: "The Calamity Furnace", respect~ Oriental Fantasy Brain Fantasy #Don't Follow the Old Routine #Robbery Xiuliu Introduction: Cultivation means borrowing debt from the way of heaven, and overcoming calamity means repaying the debt; and there is a furnace in his body, which specializes in cultivating all calamities in the world. In the nine realms of the world, all things need to "borrow the power of heaven" to practice. Every time you break through a major realm, it is equivalent to signing a "debt" to Heaven. When the debt period comes, a disaster will come: if you can carry it over, the debt will be cleared and the state will be solid; if you cannot carry it over, both body and soul will be destroyed, and there will be no chance of reincarnation. Therefore, what monks in the world fear most is not powerful enemies, but calamity. There is not one person out of a hundred who successfully overcomes the tribulation. Every city and every sect has people who specialize in dealing with the funeral affairs of those who fail in the tribulation: the undertakers. They are the people at the lowest level in the world of spiritual practice. They deal with corpses after calamities all the time. Their bodies are stained with the smell of calamity ashes that cannot be washed away, and are considered unlucky. Chapter 1 The Embalmer It was dusk in Luojie Town, and the sky was gray. It's not as gray as a cloudy day, but like an old iron plate that has been smoked thousands of times by calamity fire, weighing heavily on the ridge of the roof. The mortuary shop at the east end of the town has no signboard, and only has a piece of dead willow planted on the lintel: everyone within a hundred miles radius knows that the place where the dead willow is planted is where the dead are collected. Shen Du was squatting on the ground, wiping Blacksmith Wang's face with a piece of linen cloth. It's said to be a face, but actually it doesn't look much like a face anymore. Three days ago, Blacksmith Wang broke through the calamity-inducing realm in his backyard. The calamity fire poured in from the Tianling Gai and burned all night. By the time the neighbor opened the door, his whole body had been reduced to black coals, with only the family heirloom on his chest still embedded in his flesh, proving the identity of the deceased. "Boy Shen, wipe it clean." Wang Dashi, the son of Blacksmith Wang, stood at the door, dressed in filial piety, but his tone was not very sad, but more impatient, "My father has been very decent in his life, don't let him leave in an ugly way." Shen Du did not raise his head. His fingers were steady, and he used a damp cloth to wipe away the burnt dead skin little by little, revealing the texture underneath that had not yet been completely charred. Ordinary undertakers would not dare to touch the corpses that failed to survive the tribulation: the remains of corpses after the tribulation are often lingering with the lingering tribulation energy, and if they get even a little bit, they will be sick for half a month. But Shen Du is not afraid. He has been doing this business with his master since he was eight years old. He has handled thousands of robbed corpses, and his body has long been stained with the smell of robbed ashes that cannot be washed away. People in the town said that he had a tough life and was capable of calamity. Only Shen Du himself knew that it wasn't because of fate, but because he could see it. He could see the dissipating crimson fire on Blacksmith Wang's body. The fire was not burning on the flesh, but on the remaining traces of the soul, like a dark red snake, loosening up little by little. Ordinary people can't see anything. They only feel chills and palpitations when approaching the corpse. But in Shen Du's eyes, the entire mortuary was shrouded in a faint crimson halo. This is his secret. He could see Zed. For as long as he could remember, Shen Du could see something hanging above everyone's head. For ordinary people, it is a gray fog, so light that it is almost invisible; for practitioners, the fog is thicker and darker; and when it comes to transcending tribulations, the fog will suddenly shrink and burn, turning into tribulation fire, tribulation thunder, tribulation wind, all kinds of deadly things. He had reminded Blacksmith Wang. Three days ago, under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, he looked at the red calamity fire above Blacksmith Wang's head that had condensed into the shape of a sharp claw. He couldn't help but said: "Uncle Wang, the calamity fire above your head is red, and it is very dangerous. Don't break through within three days." Blacksmith Wang spat at him at that time. "You little undertaker, are you cursing me?" Then Wang Dashi rushed out and pushed him staggering, calling him "a disaster born from a crow's mouth." None of the onlookers spoke for him, and looked at him like a piece of unlucky shit. Shen Du has experienced this kind of thing too many times. He stopped talking and lowered his head to continue wiping. Wang Dashi stood at the door for a while, probably feeling that the room was unlucky, so he said, "After wiping, go to Wang Ji's blacksmith shop to get money" and left. The footsteps faded away, and the only sounds left in the mortuary were Shen Du's breathing and the subtle "crackling" sound made when the calamity fire on the body dissipated. When it touched his chest, Shen Du's hand suddenly stopped. Something is wrong. Blacksmith Wang's calamity fire was red, he could see this clearly. But at this moment, in the deepest part of the blackened sternum, where the breast protector pressed, there was a very faint light: not red, but dark gold. The light was too weak, like a firefly in the wind, looming among the remains of the red calamity fire. If it weren't for Shen Du's eyes, no one would have been able to discover it. He frowned, reached out and took off the breast shield embedded in the bone seam. The dark golden light suddenly brightened for a moment. Shen Du's pupils suddenly shrank. It was a ray of fire. Completely different from the crimson calamity fire wrapped around the corpse, this dark golden flame was only the size of a fingernail, floating quietly in the hollow of Blacksmith Wang's scorched sternum. There was a vague shadow inside the flame: like a tripod, but also like a furnace, simple and thick, exuding an indescribable and vast atmosphere. It is not Wang Blacksmith's calamity fire. Shen Du's instinct screamed, telling him not to touch it. He has been an undertaker for nine years and has seen too many strange deaths. He knows what can and cannot be touched. But that dark golden flame seemed to have some kind of magic power. His eyes were firmly attracted, and his body involuntarily moved closer. Just when his face was less than half a foot away from the flame, the flame suddenly trembled. As if it came alive, it turned into a dark golden stream of light and penetrated along the center of Shen Du's eyebrows. "Hmm!" Shen Du groaned, fell backwards, and hit the ground heavily with the back of his head. But he couldn't feel the pain anymore. An indescribable burning heat exploded from the center of his eyebrows, like a sun igniting in his skull, rushing crazily along his meridians. His body arched up, his fingers dug into the mud, and blood oozed from between his fingers. The scorching heat raged in the body for an unknown amount of time, and finally converged to a certain location under the lower abdomen, where is what practitioners call the sea of ​​​​qi. The sea of ​​​​qi of ordinary people is a dead desert, and in Shendu's sea of ​​​​qi, there is something new at this moment. A furnace. It is the size of a palm, dark gold, has three legs and two ears, and the furnace body is covered with dense inscriptions. Shen Du didn't recognize any of those inscriptions, but the moment he saw them, two words naturally appeared in his mind: Robbery Furnace. The dark golden flame burned slowly in the furnace, and the red calamity aura remaining from Blacksmith Wang's body seemed to be pulled by some force. It was drawn along Shen Du's eyebrows, nose, and pores one by one, and was submerged into the calamity furnace. The flames of the calamity furnace suddenly shot up. The calamity fire that once made countless monks talk about it was refined like firewood in the furnace, turning into a ray of extremely pure power, overflowing from the furnace and slowly flowing into Shen Du's limbs and bones. His body is glowing. This is not a metaphor, there is dark golden light flowing under his skin, like magma running underground. The broken meridians were forcibly widened and reshaped, and the atrophied muscle fibers became firm and strong again under the infusion of power. Even the skin color, which looked pale after not seeing the sun for many years, revealed a warm luster. The whole process lasted about one stick of incense. When the last ray of crimson calamity energy was refined, the flames of the calamity furnace returned to calm, and Shen Du collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of the water. But his eyes were frighteningly bright. …