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1 第 The Ninth Special Zone Wei JieUrban6.1M WordsCompleted 253.4kReads9.6Score29.9kShelves

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The novel style of False Ring is more realistic. The protagonist is not a virgin, and he kills decisively. At the same time, there is brotherhood and human struggle. It is suitable for readers who like hard-core apocalyptic novels. ### **Suitable for:** - Readers who like **apocalyptic wasteland, cyberpunk, supernatural battle** themes - Want to see the plot of **the protagonist rises from the bottom and kills decisively** - People who are interested in **power struggle, survival adventure**

2 烟 Misty Rain Tower A Night of Misty RainEastern Fantasy9.3M WordsOngoing 817.9kReads9.6Score78.6kShelves

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You won't be able to stop after watching it

4 精 Elf: Beginning: the Phantom Beast of Steel Meltan Keep up to Date with the Wind1.4M WordsOngoing 9.8kReads9.3Score749Shelves

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The first one is Little Knife, but I highly recommend you give it a try if you get tired of the ones that are particularly sweet or fantasy. The second and third books are really good and recommended. So far, I don't think they are unfinished or anything else.

6 别 Others Train for Ten Years, but I Grow Stronger Just by Breathing Di TianEastern Fantasy4.6M WordsOngoing 16.5kReads5.8Score1.2kShelves

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Killing indiscriminately, just do it with bang bang! Not brainless, kill all enemies

7 大 Industrial Liangshan in the Song Dynasty Zhe YuanHistorical230k WordsCompleted 49Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Is it these two books? Pre-reading of interesting chapters - Chapter 25: Ambush in the Black Pine Forest. The sweet-scented osmanthus of the Mid-Autumn Festival was still fragrant on the windowsill, and Wang Yifan was already walking around the courtyard with the secret report from the store. In the intelligence, the names "Song Yasi", "Wu Yong", "Zhu Ren" and "Lei Heng" were squeezed together like a string of inferior abacus beads, which made his temples twitch. He could tell with his toes that Wu Song was tricked by a group of old acquaintances from "Water Margin". "Go to Yuncheng." He slapped the secret report on the stone table, startling the swallows that were napping under the eaves. Lu Zhishen was squatting on the millstone, chewing on the elbows, and put his greasy hands on his clothes: "Sa Jia has been waiting for a long time! Now it's time for team training!" Thirty team training members, who had just been tortured by him using the "queue training manual" for three months, were standing in a queue outside the courtyard, neatly dressed in gray cloth short coats, but everyone's shoulders were still trembling reflexively. "I'll go too." Hu Sanniang came out of the house holding a gold-painted lacquer box. Half a roll of rice paper and a few langhao brushes were exposed in the box. "I just happened to go to the calligraphy and painting shop in Yuncheng to see the newly arrived Hui ink. By the way... Check the shop's accounts." She has recently become obsessed with meticulous flowers and birds. She takes her painting tools with her wherever she goes. When she hears that she is about to go out, her eyes are as bright as petals stained with morning dew. Just when Wang Yifan was about to nod, Qiu Qiongying jumped out from behind the wall with a lancet in hand: "Count me in! I heard that the candied haws in Yuncheng are more tart than those in Yanggu!" Since this girl formed a women's escort team, she is looking forward to going out to "perform missions" every day. There is a string of red agate hanging on the scabbard, which jingles as soon as she flashes. "Sanniang, you..." Wang Yifan looked at the lotus embroidered on Hu Sanniang's skirt and couldn't put the words "ambushing soldiers" and "literary young women" together. However, Hu Sanniang had already opened the lacquer box and poured some water into the inkstone: "Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble. I'll just find a shade to draw." As she spoke, she raised a purple brush and made two gestures at Lu Zhishen's Zen staff. "The copper hoop on this iron thing is very nice, just perfect for a painting." The morning mist in the black pine forest has not yet dispersed, like lotus root starch that has not been stirred in a basin. Thirty team members squatted in the bushes, their gray figures blending in with the pine bark, but the queue was so neat that from a distance they looked like newly planted saplings. Lu Zhishen tried to hide behind a tree while carrying his Zen staff, but a thick branch broke with a "click". He was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth. His cheeks were still bulging - his mouth was stuffed with uneaten golden lotus cakes. Hu Sanniang chose a piece of bluestone and sat down, spread out the rice paper and began to trace the pine needle. The tip of the pen hung on the paper for a long time without falling: "Lang Jun, do you think the fog looks like pear blossoms?" Wang Yifan was holding a telescope (actually a polished glass mirror) to observe the road conditions. He almost dropped the mirror when he heard this: "Sanniang, we are here to save people, not to sketch..." "Report!" The scout crawled back with cocklebur hanging on his trousers, "Wu Song is still a mile away from here! There are a dozen black figures deep in the black pine forest, crouching behind the rocks... Seeming to be playing with grabbing stones?" Wang Yifan held up the glazed mirror and looked at it, and almost laughed out loud - two of the group were squatting on the ground drawing circles, and the other was holding a tree branch as the order flag, posing more seriously than the little flag bearer of the regiment. It was Zhang San and Li Si who were carrying it. "Killing Squad". "Is the black pine forest used as a stage?" Qiu Qiongying was lying on a branch, and the sheath of her lancet hit the trunk of the tree, causing the pine needles to fall off. "Do you want to go down now and tie them up?" Hu Sanniang suddenly made a sound, dropped the pen on the rice paper, and blurred out an ink ball: "Oh no, I forgot to draw the dodder bush just now." After that, she quietly pointed it out to Wang Yifan. ——There are five people ambushing you on the left. Lu Zhishen was rubbing his hands anxiously beside him, and his oily palm prints left five black circles on the Zen staff: "Why don't you go practice your hands first? Just stretch your muscles and bones!" Just as Wang Yifan was about to hold him down, he saw dust and smoke rising in the distance - Wu Song was walking in the middle wearing a shackle, and the two guards were pushing and shoving, like driving ducks. Then the dozen black figures in the black pine forest suddenly jumped up. Zhang San held up a pole and shouted: "I drive this road!" After shouting, he turned back and asked Li Si, "Is that sentence powerful enough?" Li Si was wiping the ashes from the pot on his face and spat when he heard the words: "What a bully! Have you forgotten the words taught by Mr. Wu? You have to say 'Leave money to buy the road'!" The team trainers in the bushes were holding back laughter until their shoulders were shaking. They didn't dare to laugh out loud when they thought of Lu Tiha's ferocious appearance during training. One of the new recruits couldn't hold back and made a "pouch" sound, and Lu Zhishen glared at him so much that he quickly buried his face in the grass. Hu Sanniang, however, was fascinated by what she saw. She quickly drew on the paper with her pen: "These two people are dressed up like the Stove Lord, but they are funnier than the clowns on the stage." Wang Yifan held his forehead and sighed - he originally thought it was a thrilling "Wild Boar Forest Reproduction", but he didn't expect to encounter a group of people who treated "murder and silence" as a spring outing. He winked at Lu Zhishen, and Monk Hua immediately stood up and slapped his Zen staff on the ground: "Everyone stop, Sajia!" Thirty regiment practitioners stood up from the bushes with a "swish". The queue was even more orderly than when they were practicing in the village, even though some of them still had pine needles on their heads. Zhang San's hand holding the pole froze in mid-air, looking at the group of "gray pillars that suddenly popped up" in front of him, and suddenly pulled Li Si: "Mr. Wu has never taught this... How about we run away first?" Hu Sanniang's hand holding the paintbrush paused, and suddenly giggled: "Look at the person holding the pole, there is an oilcloth bag hanging on the waistband, which must be hiding food." Wang Yifan looked at this scene that was more lively than the script. "Ambush Scene", I suddenly felt that bringing the artistic girls and the foodie group to the rescue didn't seem so unreliable. At least the murderous aura in the black pine forest at this moment has been mostly diluted by the fragrance of Mo in the inkstone and the suppressed laughter of the group trainers.

9 梧 Wutong Leaves and Warm Sun You Got It I LaughedModern Romance72k WordsCompleted 21Reads—Score—Shelves

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So sweet, so cute.

21 人 The Beauty of the World Invite the Moon to Drink WineEastern Fantasy881k WordsCompleted 68Reads—Score—Shelves

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There are various types

47 我 I Came to the Capital to Cancel My Engagement. Xiao CixianAncient Romance129k WordsCompleted 15.6kReads8.0Score1.3kShelves

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Take a look, it's very short, don't waste your time! They are all very beautiful, including a commoner girl who breaks off her engagement, a rural female schoolmaster, all kinds of things in the world, a deep sadomasochistic love affair, and the aggrieved queen who transforms into Zhu Daundong, blaming heaven and earth to lash out at the emperor! Please accept it, Her Majesty the Queen!