I want to read a book similar to "Weird Apocalypse: I am a Painted Corpse Lolita". I'm looking for a book that turns others into skin. I haven't read much lately.
#It's reasonable for me to beat a giant dragon with just a slime, right? Wang Meng returned to the classroom with a bruised nose and face, and Chen Pi flipped the table on the spot: "Who did it?!" Zheng Yi, a green-haired student in the third class of the beast control class, was arrogant and provocative: "I beat him! The fifth class of the beast control class is full of rubbish!" The whole class was angry, but Chen Pi suddenly laughed. He summoned the golden "poop" recognized as the most useless thing - slime. "Guji?" Slime called softly. Zheng Yi laughed wildly: "Trash and mud, a perfect match!" Chen Pi gently stroked the slime: "Hey, let's have a snack today... How about dragon meat?" As the whole school watched, the golden ooze suddenly opened the abyss. In a world where beasts are king, the law of the weak and the strong has begun to show its ferocity on campus. When Chen Pi saw his best friend Wang Meng return with scars all over his body, the boy's passion was instantly ignited: "Damn, who did this?!" With an angry shout, he almost summoned his contract partner. In the shadow of the corner, Zheng Yi from the Beast Controlling Class 3 walked out with dazzling green hair and arms folded, with undisguised contempt on his face: "I fought! I'm willing to admit defeat. Do you understand the rules?" His eyes swept over Wang Meng, and even the entire Class 5, and every word was full of humiliation, "Don't be unconvinced, just tell the truth - you Beast Controlling Class 5 are all rubbish!" The air suddenly solidified. Everyone in Class 5 clenched their fists and spit fire from their eyes. This was a trample on the entire group! However, at this tense and imminent moment, Chen Pi, who was at the center of the storm, slowly raised an unpredictable arc at the corner of his mouth. He was not furious, but had a strange calmness. The next second, the space shimmered. A golden, soft object with an unflattering shape appeared in Chen Pi's palm. It squirmed innocently and made a weak cry: "Gooji?" - It was Chen Pi's golden slime that was recognized by all the teachers and students in the school as "the shame of the contract spirit". Seeing this non-deterrent thing, which was even nicknamed "moving feces" in private, Zheng Yi was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Waste and mud are a perfect match! Chen Pi, do you expect this thing to stand up for you? It's ridiculous!" The harsh ridicule echoed in the corridor. Chen Pi didn't seem to hear it. He lowered his head and gently stroked the slime's elastic and smooth body with his fingertips with an almost gentle force. His voice was as low as a whisper, but with a chilling certainty: "Good boy, don't worry... We're adding dinner today. Do you want to taste... The taste of dragon meat?" The moment the words fell, the entire space seemed to be clenched by invisible hands! The shape of that soft, harmless, golden slime suddenly changed! The center of its soft body was suddenly torn open. It was not a simple crack, but instantly turned into a bottomless dark abyss that seemed to lead to another dimension! An indescribable and terrifying suction force that makes one's soul tremble, like an awakened ancient behemoth opening its gluttonous mouth and erupting brazenly! "Is it reasonable for me to defeat a giant dragon as a slime?" ——When the most useless cute pet tears open the huge mouth of the abyss, the entire beast-controlling world will tremble for its recipe!
## Hidden edge at the card table: The proprietress of the canteen is actually the leader of a thousand sects? In the cold winter of 1999 in Northeast China, the sound of mahjong at Tian Lifeng's canteen broke the ice. In the smoke, the fingertips of the woman wearing mink are flying like butterflies, and flowers bloom behind the bar to sit in the seven villages. When her poker partner was whining about losing her pants, she held a cigarette in her mouth and smiled softly, her eyes glancing at her husband Yu Dahu's honest face. > The neighbors just thought it was an ordinary card game > > But they didn't know that the back of each mahjong tile > > was engraved with secret symbols of Jianghu. When the anxious man shouted that he wanted to "sleep with Leifeng in his arms", a cold light like a blade suddenly passed through the folds of Dahu rubbing his hands and smiling. Tian Lifeng flicked off the cigarette ashes, and the cards in the 28 folder glowed with ivory under the dim light - very much like a corpse that sank in the glacier last night. Lao Zhangtou next door suddenly discovered that he had lost more than just three months' pension. On the back of the IOU that was "accidentally" left behind, the name of the missing miner actually appeared... The card table is the river and lake, and the killing game is hidden on a snowy night. When the flags of a thousand generals are inserted into the black soil of Northeast China, more than just money will be won? **
Your writing reveals a profound regional emotion and inner conflict, which is worth savoring. Beijing and Shenzhen/Hainan form two completely different spiritual fields in your heart - the former is like a deep well, hiding heavy cultural deposits and ideological tension; the latter is like a transparent stream, light but lacking the depth for you to sink. This contrast may not only reflect urban differences, but also the torn apart of two needs in your artistic soul. "Beijing's depth" may contain multiple meanings: the literati spirit dormant in the folds of history, the collective memory accumulated among the bricks and tiles of the alleys, and even some kind of spiritual mist in the haze. This depth forms the ideological bedrock of your creations, but it also seems to bring about a certain sense of suffocation that needs to be escaped. The bright "shallowness" of Shenzhen is like a mirror, suddenly revealing another self obscured by the shadow of Beijing - the artist who longs for sensory release and needs immediate life experience. The restlessness at night (cabaret, sauna, Finnish bath) may be a compensatory embrace of this "shallowness", just like deep-sea fish that need to decompress when they suddenly surface. Of particular note is the image of "a graceful nude in the dark". In the darkroom in Beijing, the body is abstracted from the specific place and becomes a pure aesthetic symbol and ideological medium; while during the night tour in the South, the body returns to the sensory ritual composed of steam and music. This split implies the artist's eternal swing between spirituality and physicality, just like the deformed lines that may appear in your pen, sometimes as tight as philosophical thoughts, sometimes flowing into curves of desire. Perhaps the real creative key lies in this sense of tearing - when the heaviness of Beijing and the lightness of the South collide on your palette, will a third color emerge? That intermediate state that maintains the concentration of thoughts without losing the freshness of life may be quietly growing in your studio late at night, in a private theater composed of darkness and nudes.
Relaxing, funny and tearful: Lu Ge is reborn as a young master of a small family who is about to be trampled to death by the son of destiny. As a villain, he has low cultivation, and is faced with the betrayal of his child bride and the massacre of his family. Let's see how he comes back from adversity and steps up his path to immortality. .
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