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1 晚 Late as Late Autumn Book 11 As Late as Late AutumnUrban1.9M Wordsongoing 2.8kReads6.1Score268Shelves

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It meets the requirements and is pretty good. I recommend you check it out.

10 神 One-Day Appointment with the Knight of God Mi Li, the Cat Who Teaches Seagulls to FlyUrban1.8M Wordsongoing 1.1kReads7.1Score143Shelves

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The writing style and characters are completely Niqing, but it's not a campus romance type.

11 嫡 The Legitimate Daughter Returns Domineeringly and Seduces the Ascetic God of War Prince Qingmeizhu WineAncient Romance1.3M Wordscompleted 55.2kReads9.4Score8.9kShelves

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Chapter One: Blood Sacrifice Under the City, King Jin's Choice The biting wind blew up the unique gravel at the border, and it hit his face like a knife. The towering black city wall of Licheng looked like a silent and dormant giant beast under the dim sunset light. Under the city wall, the black mass of Beidi cavalry spread to the sky like a tide, and the murderous aura almost condensed into substance, making people breathless. In front of thousands of enemy troops, a temporary towering execution platform looked particularly dazzling. On the execution platform, a slender figure was tied to a wooden cross. Shen Qingli. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and her plain white dress had already been torn by whip marks and stained with dark red and dust-condensed stains. The long black hair was messy and stuck to the pale cheeks, and there was dried blood at the corner of the mouth. His hands were tightly tied to the crossbar with rough hemp ropes, and the scars on his wrists were deep enough to show the bones. She lowered her head, her breath weak, like a candle in the wind that would be extinguished at any time. Only the slight rise and fall of her chest proved that she was still alive. The setting sun was like blood, elongating her miserable figure, casting it into the cold execution platform and countless pairs of indifferent or greedy eyes below. At this moment, a loud, cold, cruel and teasing voice clearly spread throughout the battlefield with the help of internal force, and also clearly penetrated the thick gates of Licheng, echoing in the ears of every soldier guarding the city: "Prince Xiao—Xiao Jin!" Beidi coach Helian Xiao, wearing black heavy armor, riding a tall war horse, stood under the execution platform. He looked up at the direction of the tallest tower in Licheng, with a sinister smile on his lips as he said he had a winning chance, and his voice was like a sharp blade tempered by ice: "Look who this is? Your childhood sweetheart, the love of your heart, your unmarried princess - Shen Qingli!" He Lianxiao deliberately emphasized the last few words with a strong sense of ridicule. "Tsk, look, this little beauty has suffered a lot because of you!" He whipped out the gleaming scimitar from his waist, pointing directly at Shen Qingli's fragile neck, and the cold blade almost touched her pale skin. Shen Qingli seemed to be stimulated by the cold air, her eyelashes trembled violently, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her head. "My patience is limited!" He Lianxiao's voice suddenly rose, full of undoubted threats, "One stick of incense! Xiao Jin, I only give you one stick of incense! If you don't open the city gate and surrender the city..." He moved his wrist slightly, and the blade lightly scratched the side of Shen Qingli's neck, and a thin line of blood immediately seeped out, which was shocking on the pale skin. "... I will use this knife to kill you, the 'most beloved one' in front of you and all the soldiers in Licheng, inch by inch... Lingchi!" He bit the last four words extremely hard, with bloody cruelty, clearly heard in every corner. Under the city, Beidi soldiers howled with excitement like beasts, their bloodthirsty eyes fixed on the sacrifices on the execution platform. Licheng, the highest observation tower. The air seemed to solidify into ice. The eyes of all the generals and guards who were guarding the city were focused on the tall and tall figure in the middle - Xiao Jin. He was wearing a black dragon armor and a dark cloak on his shoulders, standing behind the battlements. The strong wind picked up a few strands of black hair on his temples and brushed his face, which was as deep and cold as a knife or an axe. The sword eyebrows flew into the temples, the bridge of the nose was high, and the thin lips were pressed into a cold straight line. His eyes were bottomless, like a thousand-year cold pool, and he was staring at the dying girl on the execution platform outside the city for an instant. No one could see clearly what was surging deep in his eyes. Is it pain? Is it anger? Or... Completely frozen? Time passed minute by minute in suffocating silence. Only the increasingly arrogant noise of the enemy troops below the city and the invisible burning incense burned everyone's nerves. Lieutenant General Chen Feng had veins popping out on his forehead, his eyes were red, and he knelt on one knee with a pop, his voice hoarse: "Your Majesty! Miss Qingli... She is innocent! She was captured to deliver medicine to the army! Please have mercy on Your Majesty and save her! The last general is willing to lead the dead soldiers out of the city to rescue!" Several other generals who were familiar with the Shen family also showed unbearable expressions and looked at Xiao Jin. However, Xiao Jin remained silent. His body remained motionless, only the fingers holding the cold city bricks, their knuckles turning white due to excessive exertion, made a slight rattling sound. The cloak rustled in the strong wind, making his back look even more lonely. Under the city tower, Helian Xiao looked even more proud when he saw that there was no movement at the top of the city. He deliberately slowed down his movements and rubbed the machete on Shen Qingli's blood-stained white clothes, wiping away the blood that did not exist. His gesture was full of insult. "Xiao Jin! It seems that in your heart, this Licheng and this power are much more important than your childhood sweetheart!" Helian Xiao's voice was full of vicious sarcasm, "Okay! Very good! Then I will let you see with your own eyes how she died because of you!" He suddenly raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Executioner! Get ready!" The two Beidi executioners, who were bare-chested, had gnarled muscles and were holding thin-edged knives, stepped onto the execution platform with a sinister smile and approached the unconscious Shen Qingli step by step. The cold blade reflected dazzling light in the setting sun. On top of the city, the defenders were in an uproar, with grief, anger and despair spreading. Chen Feng's eyes were splitting and he almost rushed down. At this critical moment! Xiao Jin, who had always been like an ice sculpture, finally moved. He slowly raised his hand. It was an extremely simple gesture, but it contained supreme majesty. In an instant, all the noise, grief, anger, and shouting seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand and stopped abruptly. Up and down the city, hundreds of thousands of eyes were all focused on his hand with distinct joints. Even Helian Xiao narrowed his eyes and stared at him closely, waiting for his "submission". Xiao Jin's thin lips finally opened. His voice was not high-pitched, and even had a strange calmness, but it was like a cold current containing thousands of years of mysterious ice, clearly covering all the noise of the battlefield, and accurately reaching the ears of Helian Xiao and the seemingly unconscious girl on the execution platform: "Helian Xiao." He read out the name of the enemy general, his tone as calm as if he was greeting an insignificant person. "You made two mistakes." Xiao Jin's eyes moved away from Shen Qingli for the first time and fell on Helian Xiao's face. That look was cold and indifferent, as if he was looking at a... Dead person. "First," his voice was calm, "I, the king, have never had a 'childhood sweetheart' fiancée." As soon as these words came out, it was like thunder on the ground! There was deathly silence both above and below the city! Even the wind seemed to have stopped. The pride on Helian Xiao's face instantly froze, and his pupils suddenly shrank! What's the meaning? ! The information is wrong? ! The tightly closed eyelashes of Shen Qingli, who was tied to the torture frame, trembled almost imperceptibly and violently, as if they were stabbed hard by these words. Xiao Jin's voice continued, so cold and unpopular: "Second..." His raised hand suddenly waved down! "Fire the arrow!"

12 日 Nikkei: Daily Life of Exorcism in Tokyo Luoran 123Urban1.8M Wordsongoing 52.9kReads9.4Score4.3kShelves

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15 唐 Mr. Tang, Madam Secretly Gave Birth to a Baby. Qiyue ChengfengModern Romance1.1M Wordscompleted 21.7kReads9.2Score7.3kShelves

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[Tweet] "Mr. Tang, please respect yourself after the divorce (keep it on the top of your heart)" - The sweetheart hidden in the house and the cold-faced husband doting on her pregnancy **Under the shadow of Begonia, she sat alone on the stone steps with her pregnancy in her hands** The bones and flesh that quietly formed in her belly turned out to be the sweetest surprise in the three years of being alone. Lin Shu caressed her lower abdomen and repeatedly traced the stern name on the phone screen with her fingertips, but she didn't know that inside the Zhumen - the jade-faced Yama **Tang Yichen** who was in charge of the business world had already fixed the surveillance screen on her trembling shoulders. ▶ **Ancient Sweet Pet·Fireworks in Deep Houses Hidden Affection** "Marriage by agreement?" He chuckled and tore up the yellowed paper, leaned over and kissed her frightened lips: "Mrs. Tang, do you think the lamp left for you every night in the study is for the ancestors to see?" - She was suffering from morning sickness and anorexia, so he took off his suit and tied his sleeves, cooked lotus soup in front of the stove, and let the fireworks burn the hard-to-find sandalwood sleeves - Her ankles were swollen, and he knelt down, held his jade feet and massaged them, and sighed in the brocade tent: "Shu'er, every time you feel pain, my heart will be broken three times." - She turned out the Old Testament and wanted to leave, and he burned the deed in front of the court and raised ashes: "The only six words in this contract are 'live in the same quilt and die in the same coffin'" **"Later, a new line was added to the Tang family genealogy: the head of the family, Yi Chen, had two achievements in his life--expanding business to thousands of miles, and doting on his wife to no end."** "Mr. Tang, please respect yourself after the divorce (keep it in your heart)" See how the cold-faced family leader turned his bones into a ladder, married his beloved wife, put it into a heap of brocade, and kneaded it into a gentle land.

16 青 Can Green Plums Withstand the Fall from the Sky? Okay, We Want Both A Desire for PleasureUrban2.8M Wordscompleted 18.8kReads7.8Score2.1kShelves

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