There are many female protagonists. I recommend these two books. The descriptions are very detailed and vivid, and the sense of immersion is super strong. The more you read, the more you read them. I suggest you read them carefully. Each of the female protagonists is very charming. Super cool.
It's unstoppably good-looking, with peach blossoms blooming, many beauties bound to the system, conquering Xianyu's Shura Field, many beautiful pictures, online IQ, beautiful as a flower, experience the feeling of accelerated heartbeat! Invincible(≧∇≦)/
💔Chasing his wife in the crematorium + the boss breaks the defense! The cold-blooded CEO thought he was marrying a cute little wife, but she turned out to be thinking about retiring and becoming a housekeeper. "You will be my first party in this life."❤️😈
Traveling through all the worlds, invincible and refreshing novels, modern, mixed martial arts, cultivating immortals, fighting and defeating, all in Qing Yu Nian, multiple female protagonists
Kill the old monster who has crossed the tribulation instantly with one move, slap him in the face with pretentiousness, and feel so good that you will fly [smirking] [I also strongly recommend] [Sparrow Food Masterpiece]
This one, I've been following it recently. It's a new book. There are quite a few female protagonists. The male protagonist is invincible, but he's not brainless. The daily plot is also a bit sweet [laughter]
🍅🥦 Serve some hard dishes. Everyone has a taste. Everyone in the world can easily see all things in the world, see the imperfections, see the truth, and see the loneliness of the great road. But from ancient times to the present, very few people are willing to lean down and steadily receive the questioning and waiting that no one in this world responds to. Seeing the easy and overcoming the difficulties is the core that I always want to convey in all my creations. Summary of my original works: Among them, "Ten Thousand Ren Returns to the Heart", "Nail", "Frame Erosion World" and "Bones" have the same world view as Zhihu's "Xu Daoshu"; book list: "Heng Tian Wan Xin Qing He Yu" "Heng Lv" "Alternative Bureau" "Minsheng Heng Letter" "Impossible Book" "Broken Bureau·Hollow" "Blacksmith Town" "Ten Thousand Ren Returns to the Heart" "Can't Catch You" "Nail" "Frame Erosion World" "Pin Piao" "Tian Gu" "Mother Sand" and "Quen Feng Lu" The above works have been published in 🍅🍅Tomato Novel. 🍅 🌹Three seconds of silence, fingertips crossing the void. The first dish🥗"Mother Sand" Let me tell you everything first. Most of the epics written on the market write about "seizing" - seizing the world, seizing resources, and seizing a breath. This dish says "wait". Waiting for a shock, waiting for a word, waiting for a promise that has been waiting for three hundred years to emerge from the grains of salt. Li Sha's tiger's mouth is embedded with iron sand. Not one pill, but two pills. The old one is asking "Are you there?" And the new one is answering "Are you there?" Before her mother died, she cut out a grain of iron sand from her own tiger's mouth and buried it in a pile of salt in a porcelain vase - it remained rust-free for ten years and only glowed with a very faint green light in the salt film. It's not a shock, it's a light. The only thing in this world that cannot be imitated is rust. The rust is embedded in the iron, just like the bloodline of the Pulse Keeper is embedded in the town of iron filings, just like the unfinished words are embedded in the crystal lattice of the salt grains. Salt can hide sounds, bones can leave traces, iron can remember promises - everything in the world has its own breath. This dish is not stir-fried, nor does strong alcohol burn your throat. It is a cold, simmering soup. Chew it to the end, it's not spicy, it's like a hand that has held a hammer for a lifetime, gently pressing your pulse. I've added the so-called details to see if there are any problems. The second dish 🥙 "Quenching" Dear friends, let me make it clear what this dish is not - it is not a cool article, it does not write about counterattacks, it does not write about one person killing through the battlefield with one sword. It says one word: substitute. The knife lives for the soldiers, the armor lives for the people guarding the beacon tower, the bell lives for the woman who walked into the desert, and the furnace lives for the dead old blacksmith. The woman in the blacksmith shop put her finger to the mouth of the stove every day and let the fire lick it - the pain stopped. She is not forging iron, she is revitalizing all the old iron tools that are broken, rolled, or dumb. This dish will not burn your throat with strong alcohol. It is a piece of cold iron placed on an anvil. You hammer it with hammer after hammer until the iron becomes hot by itself. It's not the fire that burns you, it's the groove where Lao Duhu still holds the handle of the hammer after the tiger's mouth was broken. Later, countless hands put it on it, and it was just right. It's not that the grooves are changing, it's that the shapes of everyone's hands in Blacksmith Town are the same. 🥦🥦The third dish "Dancing" and the first two dishes-"Mother Sand" is written as "waiting", and "Quenching" is written as "for". The third lesson today contains one word: bomb. Not a knife, not a fist. It was a bamboo pole that had been holding on to the river for half a lifetime. It was bent to the limit, and then let go - bouncing the enemy into the river, bouncing the wife and daughter back to the shore, and bouncing her own heartbeat into the palm of her hand, embedding it into a piece of bamboo green that could never be washed away. The boatman can no longer punt. It's not that he won't be able to hold the pole, it's that he can't hold it. The green grain of bamboo in the palm of my hand vibrated every day and every night, causing the tiger's mouth to split open and blood to flow down the pole's body. After three years of trying, he accepted it. He picked up the broken pole and placed it on the threshold. My daughter squats next to it every day, puts her fingers into the cracks of the broken pole, and says, Dad, the pole is moving. He said, the pole is crossing for us. This dish is not about pleasure and grudges. It writes about the price of the bounce - you bounced away the enemy and shattered the rest of your life. But enough has been paid, and whatever is ejected will one day bounce back from the bottom of the river. What bounced back was not an enemy, but a copper seal. There is one word engraved on the seal: crossing. Another line of words is engraved on the bottom of the seal: If you can't get through life, you will get through it for someone else. Is there a pole in your life that requires you to bend yourself to play it? After playing, what did you catch? 🥗🥗The fourth dish "Alternate Game" When talking about tactics in the market, most of them write "calculation". Calculate people's hearts, calculate the chess game, and calculate the winning or losing after ten moves. This dish is written with the word "substitute". Seventeen years of injustice, an empty coffin. The coffin was transported from the capital to Yanmen Pass, and after seventeen days of transportation, the coffin lid was still warm. Ash is not cool. My father was not punished, but silenced. What was burned in the coffin was the truth that he had not told for seventeen years. Zhao Zhezhi was seventeen years old and collected the empty coffin for his father. Then she only did one thing - get the fifth person back. The fifth person has no name, only a code name. The codename was given by her mother, "Hongliu". Outside Yanmen Pass, the only thing that can take root in the frozen soil. There's nothing saccharine about this dish, it's all sinew. It's not that one person stands in for everyone - it's the father who gets involved and stands in for his whole life. Hongliu died for his family and country. Blacksmith Shen sacrificed his life to tell the truth. The veterans of Yanmen Pass stayed there for seventeen years, waiting for a return date. The crevices at the end of the crenel were filled with old letters, horseshoes, shortened arrow shafts, and a tamarisk seed that had not germinated in seventeen years. No one came back, but everyone died. 🥬🥬Fifth "Broken Game·Cavity" Let me first tell you what it is not. It's not a conspiracy, it's not a bloody battle on the battlefield. This dish describes the inch after molten iron was poured into the cracks in the stone, cooled, shrank, and then moved back. The inch that exited was empty, but there was Tie Zi's breath inside. The walls are alive. Seventeen years ago, the city builder Li Yi poured molten iron into it. The iron itself shrank into a cavity, and the city took its first breath. Seventeen years later, the city wall collapsed on its own. It was not a foreign enemy or an earthquake. It was the iron that shrank to the extreme and bit the stone into pieces. He squatted in the ruins, put his ear against the iron knob, and heard the words he said seventeen years ago sealed inside: Just fill it up. As for the taste of this dish, I chose Shen Kong Blunt. No stir-frying, no hard liquor. It is a piece of pig iron placed on an anvil. If you knock it, it will make no sound. If you put your ear to it, you will hear someone running inside. The sound of horse hooves that rushed out on the day Lu Jin died for his country was swallowed up by the cavity under Yanmen, and it has not stopped for seventeen years. The iron is sucking, and the sound of horse hooves is spinning in the iron. That's not a heartbeat, that's the whole city using iron to breathe. In the end, this dish is summed up in one word: substitute. Lu Jin lives for Yanmenguan, Yanmenguan breathes for Lu Jin, and Li Yi carries the iron wire to the next city for them. He is not the one who breaks the situation, or the one who arranges the situation, he is just the one who replaces the situation. 🌲🍛"Minshengheng Letter"🍚🌲 Let's change the taste. Don't talk about emperors, generals, and iron horses. It talks about five people - one who holds the scale, one who keeps the accounts, one who holds the pole, one who keeps the position, and one who delivers the message. Five people each have one thing in their hands: a scale beam, an account book, a boat pole, an official bucket, and a horseshoe. The five things measure the same thing: the human heart. The master discovered that the weight had been filled with mercury, and after measuring rice for a lifetime, he finally discovered that what he was measuring was not rice, but mercury. He hung the scale on the door beam and threw it into the river. The apprentice took the scale, poured out the mercury in front of everyone, and said, "My master can't measure it anymore, I'll measure it for him." What this account book records is not wages, but names. Ten longshoremen sank the ship, and the guild wanted to change the name to "Attrition." The accountant stuffed the real ledger into the crack in the stone wall and disappeared. Later, when every accountant took office, he had to press his hand on the title page of the account book in the crack - it was full of fingerprints. Each time he took office, he wrote the same sentence on the last page: I will record it for him. This dish is not strong or hot. It is a bowl of white porridge, but by the end of it, you will taste the astringency of fir wood, the bitterness of hemp paper, the toughness of green bamboo, the smell of rust, and the saltiness of horseshoes. Five flavors, the same porridge. "Heng Lv" Dear friends, today's dish is the final dish. The first few chapters - waiting, substituting, playing, guarding, and measuring - are all about how little people catch something in a lifetime. Today's sermon is about the emperor. It is not about how he kills decisively, but about how he kneels. Twelve loyal corpses came to the door. His best brother, Lu Jin, who had blocked arrows for him, chewed tree bark, and guarded the country's gate for ten years, was stabbed thirty-seven times. He still held the "Records of People's Livelihood" in his arms when he died. Lu Jin's wife and young master, who had just turned one year old, disappeared together. Xiao Qinghe stood on the threshold of Chengtian Gate, looking at the twelve black coffins and the grasshopper weaving for his son in the coffin. His legs weakened and he knelt in the heavy rain. Twelve coffins, twelve ringing heads. Then he took off the dragon hairpin, cut his palm open, and swore an oath with the emperor's blood: Those who harm the loyal and good will be killed by the nine tribes, and those who kill the young will never be reincarnated. Within three months, Beidi was defeated. This dish is written about the ultimate answer to conspiracy - not calculation, but self-punishment and trust. At the banquet, he used wine glasses, steamed cakes, official hats, and dragon hairpins to punish others and himself. Slap yourself in the face, prick your finger with a dragon hairpin, and write "Heng Xin" in blood. Punishing others is yang, punishing yourself is yin. Only when yin and yang work together can people's hearts be rectified. In the last scene, 120,000 soldiers jointly signed a military order written in blood, and all the people knelt down and shouted "Northern Expedition to Beidi" in unison. Xiao Qinghe held the roll of military orders and said four words: fight until death. The taste of this dish is that strong alcohol enters the throat, burning the heart and lungs, but the aftertaste is not spicy - it is the grasshopper, the rotten peace charm, and the coffins of the twelve brothers lying neatly outside Chengtian Gate. When you drink it, your throat will be hot and your eyes will be sore. 😭😭Who can pass some paper across the phone screen? The paper towels were torn into strips😭😭It's so cruel. We are continuing to create, so stay tuned.
🍅🥦 Serve some hard dishes. Everyone has a taste. Everyone in the world can easily see all things in the world, see the imperfections, see the truth, and see the loneliness of the great road. But from ancient times to the present, very few people are willing to lean down and steadily receive the questioning and waiting that no one in this world responds to. Seeing the easy and overcoming the difficulties is the core that I always want to convey in all my creations. Summary of my original works: Among them, "Ten Thousand Ren Returns to the Heart", "Nail", "Frame Erosion World" and "Bones" have the same world view as Zhihu's "Xu Daoshu"; book list: "Heng Tian Wan Xin Qing He Yu" "Heng Lv" "Alternative Bureau" "Minsheng Heng Letter" "Impossible Book" "Broken Bureau·Hollow" "Blacksmith Town" "Ten Thousand Ren Returns to the Heart" "Can't Catch You" "Nail" "Frame Erosion World" "Pin Piao" "Tian Gu" "Mother Sand" and "Quen Feng Lu" The above works have been published in 🍅🍅Tomato Novel. 🍅 🌹Three seconds of silence, fingertips crossing the void. The first dish🥗"Mother Sand" Let me tell you everything first. Most of the epics written on the market write "seize" - seize the world, seize resources, seize a breath. This dish says "wait". Waiting for a shock, waiting for a word, waiting for a promise that has been waiting for three hundred years to emerge from the grains of salt. Li Sha's tiger's mouth is embedded with iron sand. Not one pill, but two pills. The old one is asking "Are you there?" And the new one is answering "Are you there?" Before her mother died, she cut out a grain of iron sand from her own tiger's mouth and buried it in a pile of salt in a porcelain vase - it remained rust-free for ten years and only glowed with a very faint green light in the salt film. It's not a shock, it's a light. The only thing in this world that cannot be imitated is rust. The rust is embedded in the iron, just like the bloodline of the Pulse Keeper is embedded in the iron filing town, just like the unfinished words are embedded in the crystal lattice of the salt grains. Salt can hide sounds, bones can leave traces, iron can remember promises - everything in the world has its own breath. This dish is not stir-fried, nor does strong alcohol burn your throat. It is a cold, simmering soup. Chew it to the end, it's not spicy, it's like a hand that has held a hammer for a lifetime, gently pressing your pulse. I've added the so-called details to see if there are any problems. The second dish 🥙 "Quenching" Dear friends, let me make it clear what this dish is not - it is not a cool article, it does not write about counterattacks, it does not write about one person killing through the battlefield with one sword. It says one word: substitute. The knife lives for the soldiers, the armor lives for the people guarding the beacon tower, the bell lives for the woman who walked into the desert, and the furnace lives for the dead old blacksmith. The woman in the blacksmith shop put her finger to the mouth of the stove every day and let the fire lick it - the pain stopped. She is not forging iron, she is renewing the life of all the old iron tools that are broken, rolled, or dumb. This dish will not burn your throat with strong alcohol. It is a piece of cold iron placed on an anvil. You hammer it with hammer after hammer until the iron becomes hot by itself. It's not the fire that burns you, it's the groove where Lao Duhu still holds the handle of the hammer after the tiger's mouth was broken. Later, countless hands put it on it, and it was just right. It's not that the grooves are changing, it's that the shapes of everyone's hands in Blacksmith Town are the same. 🥦🥦The third dish "Dancing" and the first two dishes-"Mother Sand" is written as "waiting", and "Quenching" is written as "for". The third lesson today contains one word: bomb. Not a knife, not a fist. It was a bamboo pole that had been holding on to the river for half a lifetime. It was bent to the limit, and then let go - bouncing the enemy into the river, bouncing the wife and daughter back to the shore, and bouncing her own heartbeat into the palm of her hand, embedding it into a piece of bamboo green that could never be washed away. The boatman can no longer punt. It's not that he won't be able to hold the pole, it's that he can't hold it. The green grain of bamboo in the palm of my hand vibrated every day and every night, causing the tiger's mouth to split open and blood to flow down the pole's body. After three years of trying, he accepted it. He picked up the broken pole and placed it on the threshold. My daughter squats next to it every day, puts her fingers into the cracks of the broken pole, and says, Dad, the pole is moving. He said, the pole is crossing for us. This dish is not about pleasure and grudges. It writes about the price of the bounce - you bounced away the enemy and shattered the rest of your life. But enough has been paid, and whatever is ejected will one day bounce back from the bottom of the river. What bounced back was not an enemy, but a copper seal. There is one word engraved on the seal: crossing. Another line of words is engraved on the bottom of the seal: If you can't get through life, you will get through it for someone else. Is there a pole in your life that requires you to bend yourself to play it? After playing, what did you catch? 🥗🥗The fourth dish "Alternate Game" When talking about tactics in the market, most of them write "calculation". Calculate people's hearts, calculate the chess game, and calculate the winning or losing after ten moves. This dish is written with the word "substitute". Seventeen years of injustice, an empty coffin. The coffin was transported from the capital to Yanmen Pass, and after seventeen days of transportation, the coffin lid was still warm. Ash is not cool. My father was not punished, but silenced. What was burned in the coffin was the truth that he had not told for seventeen years. Zhao Zhezhi was seventeen years old and collected the empty coffin for his father. Then she only did one thing - get the fifth person back. The fifth person has no name, only a code name. The codename was given by her mother, "Hongliu". Outside Yanmen Pass, the only thing that can take root in the frozen soil. There's nothing saccharine about this dish, it's all sinew. It's not that one person stands in for everyone - it's the father who gets involved and stands in for his whole life. Hongliu died for his family and country. Blacksmith Shen sacrificed his life to tell the truth. The veterans of Yanmen Pass stayed there for seventeen years, waiting for a return date. The crevices at the end of the crenel were filled with old letters, horseshoes, shortened arrow shafts, and a tamarisk seed that had not germinated in seventeen years. No one came back, but everyone died. 🥬🥬Fifth "Broken Game·Cavity" Let me first tell you what it is not. It's not a conspiracy, it's not a bloody battle on the battlefield. This dish describes the inch after molten iron was poured into the cracks in the stone, cooled, shrank, and then moved back. The inch that exited was empty, but there was Tie Zi's breath inside. The walls are alive. Seventeen years ago, the city builder Li Yi poured molten iron into it. The iron itself shrank into a cavity, and the city took its first breath. Seventeen years later, the city wall collapsed on its own. It was not a foreign enemy or an earthquake. It was the iron that shrank to the extreme and bit the stone into pieces. He squatted in the ruins, put his ear against the iron knob, and heard the words he said seventeen years ago sealed inside: Just fill it up. As for the taste of this dish, I chose Shen Kong Blunt. No stir-frying, no hard liquor. It is a piece of pig iron placed on an anvil. If you knock it, it will make no sound. If you put your ear to it, you will hear someone running inside. The sound of horse hooves that rushed out on the day Lu Jin died for his country was swallowed up by the cavity under Yanmen, and it has not stopped for seventeen years. The iron is sucking, and the sound of horse hooves is spinning in the iron. That's not a heartbeat, that's the whole city using iron to breathe. In the end, this dish is summed up in one word: substitute. Lu Jin lives for Yanmenguan, Yanmenguan breathes for Lu Jin, and Li Yi carries the iron wire to the next city for them. He is not the one who breaks the situation, or the one who arranges the situation, he is just the one who replaces the situation. 🌲🍛"Minshengheng Letter"🍚🌲 Let's change the taste. Don't talk about emperors, generals, and iron horses. It talks about five people - one who holds the scale, one who keeps the accounts, one who holds the pole, one who keeps the position, and one who delivers the message. Five people each have one thing in their hands: a scale beam, an account book, a boat pole, an official bucket, and a horseshoe. The five things measure the same thing: the human heart. The master discovered that the weight had been filled with mercury, and after measuring rice for a lifetime, he finally discovered that what he was measuring was not rice, but mercury. He hung the scale on the door beam and threw it into the river. The apprentice took the scale, poured out the mercury in front of everyone, and said, "My master can't measure it anymore, so I'll measure it for him." What this account book records is not wages, but names. Ten longshoremen sank the ship, and the guild wanted to change the name to "Attrition." The accountant stuffed the real ledger into the crack in the stone wall and disappeared. Later, when every accountant took office, he had to press his hand on the title page of the account book in the crack - it was full of fingerprints. Each time he took office, he wrote the same sentence on the last page: I will record it for him. This dish is not strong or hot. It is a bowl of white porridge, but by the end of it, you will taste the astringency of fir wood, the bitterness of hemp paper, the toughness of green bamboo, the smell of rust, and the saltiness of horseshoes. Five flavors, the same porridge. "Heng Lv" Dear friends, today's dish is the final dish. The first few chapters - waiting, substituting, playing, guarding, and measuring - are all about how little people catch something in a lifetime. Today's sermon is about the emperor. It is not about how he kills decisively, but about how he kneels. Twelve loyal corpses came to the door. His best brother, Lu Jin, who had blocked arrows for him, chewed tree bark, and guarded the country's gate for ten years, was stabbed thirty-seven times. He still held the "Records of People's Livelihood" in his arms when he died. Lu Jin's wife and young master, who had just turned one year old, disappeared together. Xiao Qinghe stood on the threshold of Chengtian Gate, looking at the twelve black coffins and the grasshopper weaving for his son in the coffin. His legs weakened and he knelt in the heavy rain. Twelve coffins, twelve ringing heads. Then he took off the dragon hairpin, cut his palm open, and swore an oath with the emperor's blood: Those who harm the loyal and good will be killed by the nine tribes, and those who kill the young will never be reincarnated. Within three months, Beidi was defeated. This dish is written about the ultimate answer to conspiracy - not calculation, but self-punishment and trust. At the banquet, he used wine glasses, steamed cakes, official hats, and dragon hairpins to punish others and himself. Slap yourself in the face, prick your finger with a dragon hairpin, and write "Heng Xin" in blood. Punishing others is yang, punishing yourself is yin. Only when yin and yang work together can people's hearts be rectified. In the last scene, 120,000 soldiers jointly signed a military order written in blood, and all the people knelt down and shouted "Northern Expedition to Beidi" in unison. Xiao Qinghe held the roll of military orders and said four words: fight until death. The taste of this dish is that strong alcohol enters the throat, burning the heart and lungs, but the aftertaste is not spicy - it is the grasshopper, the rotten peace charm, and the coffins of the twelve brothers lying neatly outside Chengtian Gate. When you drink it, your throat will be hot and your eyes will be sore. 😭😭Who can pass some paper across the phone screen? The paper towels were torn into strips😭😭It's so cruel. We are continuing to create, so stay tuned.
The author uses delicate brushwork to dissect the world, and his writing is restrained but has lasting power. In the words, he can get a glimpse of himself and everything in the world.
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