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102 一 Under One Person: I See That God Is Not Bad, but the Flesh Is Pushed Aside Four Evenings542k Wordscompleted 9kReads8.9Score374Shelves

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High martial arts, fantasy, urban, live streaming. I prefer system streaming, so I have a bit of everything. Except for the first one, all of them are above 9. I like to read the first one better. In the early stage, just like the title of the book, every enemy must be avenged. He really just kills according to the genealogy.

108 余 Remaining Dirt Meat Bun Does Not Eat Meat.completed 48.4kReads9.6Score—Shelves

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[Tweet] "The Remaining Dirty" - the most touching two-male protagonist of the year! The ascetic god of war vs. The romantic general, falling in love and killing each other until their liver trembles! Mo Xi: The aloof and abstinent god of war. The bonus pool of the army's betting "When will Commander Mo break his vows" can buy three cities. Gu Mang: A romantic and uninhibited heartthrob. The girls he kissed could form a strong company, but he left his deepest tenderness to one person. When the news of Gu Mang's treason came, Mo Xi crushed the tea cup and said, "He has not repaid the romantic debt he owed to the whole city, so why should he die?" When they reunited five years later, the former handsome general was a prisoner. Mo Xi pressed the man against the wall and said, "I will personally judge your crime." From tit-for-tat to life and death, from mutual suspicion to protecting each other with life. The most painful betrayal hides the deepest love, and the harshest punishment hides the tenderest heart. #CP # collapsed on the day he betrayed the country #The crematorium for chasing his wife turned into the field for chasing his husband Shura

109 一 Wake Up: Humans Turn into Zombies Yuan FattySci-Fi & Apocalypse1.6M Wordscompleted 22.1kReads8.9Score1.9kShelves

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No heroine, no Virgin, just one word: cool!

117 星 Stardust Past Ah Quecompleted —Reads9.2Score—Shelves

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The afternoon light was cut by fallen leaves. Li Chuan stepped on the golden spots shaking on the ground and slammed open the door of the rehearsal room. The late air froze instantly. "Trash!" The director's roar was filled with saliva, almost shaking the dust from the ceiling. His greasy hair swayed, and his fingers almost poked Li Chuan's face, but he turned sharply to the dazzling presence next to him, "Open your eyes and look! This is the benchmark! Kevin Zell, the real gold polished by the Grand Theater!" His voice echoed in the small space. Li Chuan's Adam's apple rolled, and he silently retreated into the shadow in the corner, shrinking himself into a blurred background. Rehearsals have begun. Kevin Zell stood under the light, his figure as tall and straight as a carefully carved poplar, his voice gorgeous, and every pause filled with well-trained charm, easily grabbing everyone's attention. Li Chuan's fingertips unconsciously twisted the edge of the script. The lines that belonged to him had been cruelly cut to pieces with a red pen, leaving only sporadic, almost silent fragments. Time flowed in depression, and finally it was time for the official performance. The huge curtain slowly opened, and lights poured out. Kevin is still the perfect focus. He stands in the center of the stage and delivers an emotional monologue. However, at the highest turning point - that gorgeous silky voice was completely broken without any warning. A jarring blank. The calmness on Kevin's face froze for an instant, and his lips opened and closed in vain, but no sound came out. The dead silence was like a cold tide, flooding the entire theater in an instant, and even the sound of breathing disappeared. In the darkness of the auditorium, countless eyes pierced like needles. Backstage, the director closed his eyes in pain, his body collapsed, it was over. In this suffocating vacuum, a voice sounded steadily. Not high-pitched, not gorgeous, but like a quiet rock, clearly penetrating the dead silence. Every word carries a strange weight and is precisely embedded after the breaking point where Kevin gets stuck. It fits perfectly, as if the script should flow like this. The lighting engineer almost instinctively directed a beam of chasing light toward the source of the sound. Li Chuan stood in the shadow at the edge of the stage. He raised his head slightly, his posture relaxed but containing unshakable strength. There is no trace of Kevin's dazzling performance, only an understanding that sinks into the bones. The lines came out of his mouth, and the syllables were as clear as a polished blade, cutting through the suffocating silence. He is no longer a shadow in the corner, he is the center of the storm, controlling the breath of the entire stage. After that brief, absolute silence, the audience suddenly erupted into thunderous applause, so turbulent that it almost broke the roof. The director suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the stage, his mouth open and his beard trembling. Li Chuan's eyes calmly swept across the audience. In the VIP seat in the front row, Kevin Zell's handsome face was filled with incredible astonishment, and the radiance he had just before was gone. The corners of Li Chuan's lips curved upward extremely slowly in an imperceptible arc amidst the deafening cheers. His voice was not high, but miraculously it overcame the applause, clearly penetrated the entire space, and landed in the director's ears with a hint of tempered amusement: "Director," he paused and glanced at Kevin's pale face, "You are from the Grand Theater, and this is all you have?"