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1 漂 A Gorgeous, Washed-Up Star with a Soft Waist and Sweet Voice, Drawn In Step by Step by a Powerful Man Yuzu-Flavored Soda271k WordsCompleted 905Reads9.2Score170Shelves

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The content is rich and colorful! Diverse characters

6 神 Father, Kneel Down and Feed Me Wan Louyu390k WordsCompleted 16.4kReads9.4Score3kShelves

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[Lick the screen][lick the screen]

7 皇 The Emperor's Gold Medal County Magistrate Noodle King ZaiHistorical2.7M WordsCompleted 397.8kReads9.5Score47kShelves

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It's a pretty good novel. If you keep reading it, you'll laugh out loud most of the time. You'll be hooked as soon as you read it. Very good! It is worth recommending to book lovers.

8 带 I, Who Lead the Human Race, Am Forced to Save the World MenglijingyueEastern Fantasy86k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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A very alternative western fantasy novel, if you like novelty you can read it

9 滴 Ding! A Taste of the Tycoon Life Carrot Terminator416k WordsCompleted 12.6kReads9.5Score2kShelves

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🌟This book can't be said to be a sadistic novel, it's just a cookie. It was really fun in the early stage, but it made me cry several times. It has a very delicate feeling that can make people suddenly empathize with me. I feel sorry for Mo Mo, and the overall storyline is not sluggish. In the two weekends, I have family, friends and lovers who love me. I really like this book.

10 我 The Monsters I Created! No One in the World Will Ever Meet Me AgainUrban1.6M WordsCompleted 98.2kReads9.2Score11.5kShelves

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In the first book, the protagonist is invincible. Fast and super strong. Reshape the world order. [Blowing kiss]

13 踏 Trampling the Dust of the Underworld Watching Snow on a Winter NightEastern Fantasy3.9M WordsCompleted 13kReads8.0Score1.4kShelves

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Immortal Emperor Chenming, a sword master of the generation, fought against six demon emperors alone in order to stop the attack of the demon world, and finally fell... After reincarnation, he returned to the starting point of his previous life: Lingwu Continent! Memories of the current life flooded into my mind. Today, hundreds of years later, everything in the fairy world and the mortal world will be completely changed because of him in this life!

14 乖 My Sweetheart Cries During Pregnancy, and the Young Master of the Capital's Mo Family Kneels to Comfort Her Wine Little WarmthModern Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 24.3kReads9.0Score3.1kShelves

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They took away her identity, kicked her out, and left her helpless. Little did he know that she was already pregnant with the flesh and blood of Mr. Mo from Beijing. Once they returned, everyone knelt down and begged for forgiveness! 🔥Revenge + Sweet Pet + Crematorium

15 恐 Horror on the High Seas Newly Bought PeachesSports2.6M WordsCompleted 299.1kReads9.4Score32.8kShelves

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Shock! Is the logbook written forever? The start is a scary SSS-class ghost ship >After my father died mysteriously on a sailing trip, I was forced to inherit his dilapidated fishing boat. >The first time I went to sea, the radar showed that there were no ships within a hundred miles. >Unfamiliar footsteps were heard on the deck late at night, and a yellowed log appeared silently on the bedside: >"Welcome aboard, the 44th captain, please write down today's voyage record immediately." >I wrote "nothing happened" tremblingly, and the next second the whole ship shook violently——>In the thick fog, the ghost ship that sank three hundred years ago was slowly connecting with us. --- On the seventh day after my father disappeared, the court and the creditor's people smashed the shaky wooden door of my house together. All I was left with was a pile of bad debts, and the old fishing boat parked in the most remote corner of the pier, exuding a mixture of fishy and rotting wood smells - the "Old Guy". It was tilted, the red paint on the hull was mottled like dried blood, and the mast was drooping, like my father's shoulders that finally slumped. Everyone said that he died, died in the sea, storm, or something else that swallowed up countless ambitions and lives. But I know it's not that simple. The night before he set off, his hands, which had been roughened by the sea breeze, were clutching a black badge with cold tentacles that he had never seen before. His eyes were filled with extremely suppressed fear, and a kind of... Morbid fanaticism. He hoarsely warned me: "Achuan, no matter what, don't get close to the 'Old Guy', stay away from the sea..." But now, I have no choice. Sell ​​it? It's not even a fraction of the debt. The only way to survive is to drive it up and get the last bite of food from this drained sea. The first time I went to sea, the weather was terrible. The gray sky hung low, making people breathless. The water was an oily dark green and dead silent, not even a seabird could be seen. I stood alone in the cab, the rusty steering wheel touching my palms coldly. The radar screen was broken, or in other words, it stubbornly showed that there was nothing within a hundred miles except for my broken ship. A disconcerting green void. This feels terrible. It was like being abandoned by the whole world in a huge coffin that was about to be closed. The night was completely covered, and it was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved. In addition to the monotonous whine of the engine, there is the "slapping" sound of sea water lapping against the hull, which is so repetitive that it makes people crazy. I huddled on the narrow bed and tried to cover my head with the quilt to block out the dead silence. Just when consciousness was about to blur-- Tuk... Tuk... Tuk... Footsteps! Clear, slow, with a certain wet and sticky feeling, it was coming from the other side of the deck, walking towards the cabin door step by step. The blood all over my body froze instantly. Cold sweat suddenly broke out, soaking through my underwear. Impossible! The radar is empty! I checked countless times when I got on the boat, and there was absolutely no other person except me! The footsteps stopped outside the cabin door. The deathly silence fell again, making my eardrums buzz. I curled up into a ball, held my breath, and didn't dare to move. I was afraid that even the sound of my teeth chattering would be heard. It seemed like a century had passed, and there was no movement outside the door. Maybe... I heard it wrong? Does wood expand and contract with heat? Or was some kind of large sea fish jumping on the deck? I took a shaky breath, moved my stiff neck almost mechanically, and tried to look at the thin hatch. The moment I turned my head, my peripheral vision glanced at the head of the bed. There, something extra appeared out of thin air. A notebook. The parchment cover was severely worn and curled at the edges, and had an old yellow-brown color, as if it had been soaked in sea water and dried in the shade. It exuded an indescribable smell - a strong sea smell, musty smell, and a very subtle old smell like rust. It's there, quiet, but more frightening than any murder weapon. Who put it here? ! When? ! My heart was beating wildly, almost breaking my chest. My throat was so dry that it hurt, and all the muscles in my body were stretched like a stone. Somehow, I stretched out my trembling hand and touched the booklet. The touch from his fingertips was cold and smooth, like the skin of some kind of deep-sea creature. I jerked my hand back, my stomach churning. There is no wording on the cover. There were only some vague, dark brown stains, like spots of long-dried blood. I gritted my teeth, used all my strength, reached out my hand again, and opened the cover extremely slowly. The first line on the inside page was a kind of dark red cursive calligraphy written in ink that seemed to have solidified long ago. It was vaguely legible in the dim light: "Welcome aboard, the 44th captain." "Please write down today's voyage record immediately." The bright red handwriting made my eyes hurt. The 44th? Father is 43 Ren? What the hell is this? ! Absurdity and fear gripped my heart like two cold hands. Keep a journal? At a time like this? What a joke! The sound of footsteps still seemed to echo in my ears. I stared at that line of words, my mind was in a mess. The father's old and haggard face, the black badge, his last warning... The fragmented images flashed crazily. I have to write something... I have to... I grabbed a pencil that someone left beside the bed, and my fingers were so trembling that I could hardly hold it. Under the strange prompt, I scribbled four crooked words with force, almost breaking the back of the paper: "Nothing happened." The moment I finished writing, it seemed as if an invisible second hand "clicked" in the air. Everything suddenly stopped. The engine whine disappeared. The sound of the waves disappeared. Even my own heartbeat seemed to be forcibly cut off by some force. Absolute, tomblike silence. Then - boom! ! ! The entire "Old Guy" seemed to have been hit hard by an invisible giant fist, violently shaking and tilting without warning! I was thrown off the bed and hit hard against the cold, hard bulkhead. Stars were flying in front of my eyes. All the unfixed things in the cabin crashed to the floor, and the light bulbs flashed wildly, flickering on and off, emitting a sizzling electric whine. Outside, a low, depressing, soul-crushing friction sound came rolling in. It penetrated the steel plate of the ship's hull and went directly into the seams of my bones! I rolled and crawled to the porthole, and used my hands and feet to pull open the dirty curtain - outside the window, I didn't know when it had been swallowed by the boundless thick fog. The mist was thick and grey-white, billowing and opaque. And in the deepest part of the thick fog, a huge, twisted, pitch-black silhouette was approaching unstoppably at a slow speed that violated common sense in physics. Its masts were broken and tilted, and its tattered canvas hung like a shroud. The hull of the ship is covered with huge holes and traces of corrosion, and every inch of wood exudes hundreds of years of death and coldness. A faint green light, like phosphorous fire, flickered dimly in the deep darkness of its cabin. It silently broke through the fog wall, and the huge shadow completely enveloped the "Old Guy". The yellowed diary that fell by my feet turned the pages automatically without any wind. Stay on the page just now. The four words "nothing happened" that I wrote were being swallowed up and covered bit by bit by a dark red, viscous liquid at a terrifying speed. The two ships, surrounded by deathly silence and green phosphorescence, slowly and irrevocably moved closer together. Made a sound... As if

16 我 I Opened an Adventurers’ Guild in Another World Ice-Cold Salted FishEastern Fantasy2.8M WordsCompleted 8.7kReads8.4Score835Shelves

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Wait a thousand years! At the top of Hengshan Mountain, he was facing the most terrifying calamity! At the top of Zhurong Peak, the black-robed Lu Feng sat cross-legged against the moon like a black wolf. He practiced hard for thousands of years, survived five catastrophes, and narrowly escaped death! At this moment, the sixth heavenly catastrophe is coming - if you succeed, you will ascend to the world of immortals and demons, if you fail, your soul will be scattered! Dark clouds were coming over the sky, and the atmosphere was filled with terror. Lu Feng laughed wildly and formed seals, and his overwhelming true energy exploded: "Come on! The gods will stop the gods, and the devils will kill the demons! My destiny is up to me!" The clouds of calamity surged, and a devastating blow was about to fall... Can he change his destiny against the will of heaven? 🔥

23 焚 Burn the Path to Immortality Sweet WatermelonEastern Fantasy133k WordsOngoing —Reads—Score—Shelves

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You can come and read this book

24 抗 Anti-Japanese Anti-Traitor Team Bamboo Wishes You WellUrban1.2M WordsCompleted 25Reads6.6Score—Shelves

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In 1937, the mountains and rivers wept with blood, and the Japanese invaders trampled the land of China wantonly. Qingfeng Town, Cao Tianzheng's hometown, was not spared. The peaceful morning in the past was now swallowed up by billowing smoke and gunfire. Japanese armored vehicles were rampaging, and the sound of gunshots and the cries of the people were intertwined. In this darkest moment, where will Cao Tianzheng go? Should he rise up to resist and build a barrier to defend his hometown with his own flesh and blood, or should he look for a glimmer of hope in despair? Follow Cao Tianzheng's perspective into this work, witness the passion and unyieldingness of those war-torn years, and feel the amazing power of ordinary people when the nation is in danger.

43 绝 The Stunning Legitimate Daughter Opens Her Eyes, and Royal Families Across the Nations Dote on Her Honeysuckle VineAncient Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 39.8kReads9.4Score6.1kShelves

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Relatively ancient

46 废 The Good-for-Nothing Ugly Girl Bewitches Hearts, and the Cold Phoenix Lord Loses Control Nalan FengjinAncient Romance2.1M WordsCompleted 1.5kReads9.0Score182Shelves

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The books I personally read are quite miscellaneous. You can pick one you like and read it.