This is a masterpiece with a Tomato score of 9.7, Highly recommended! It's really eye-catching. It's so sweet and beautiful, hehe~. When I watched it, the smile on my lips never stopped. My aunt was laughing the whole time. It's really not a loss to invest in it...! ! !
Doomsday Heavenly Style, Heroes of the Ancient Dragon, Yitian, Tianlong, Tang Dynasty, Fengyun, and Yangshen Plane. The writing and plot are both good and worth watching!
I'll get a five-pointed star for you! Look! Give these books a try! Cultivation, adventure, comedy, all kinds of weird characters and events, nonsensical, slow-paced! There's a lot of inner drama, so if you don't like it, just leave! Finally out of the valley!
🍓From a small town girl to the most popular Bai Yueguang in the elite circle step by step. "Love me? Then obediently let me step on you and reach the top." Until the lie shattered and the Shura Field came. The big guys who had been manipulated by her forced her into the corner with red eyes: "Who did you love?!" Shen Mingyue's eyes flashed, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and her fingertips gently tapped his heart: "Of course it's you, my dear, are you doubting my love for you?" Welcome to the bad woman's game of climbing to the top.
Excerpt appreciation: I feel a little breathless. There was a buzzing in the throat, as if there was a small insect flapping inside. A few rays of golden light seeped into the darkness. It's a dull, grayish gold. It fell to the ground, reflecting the mess all over the ground. The wails and screams are sinking down little by little. First, the sharpest shouts came to an abrupt end. Then there were intermittent moans, getting weaker and weaker, getting farther and farther, until they disappeared in the air. The world suddenly went silent. It was eerily quiet. There is only my own heartbeat, thump thump, thump thump. I opened my eyes and tried my best to identify in the darkness. All he could see was blurry black. Until the glimmer of light moved and illuminated the thing closest to him. A half-open eye was facing him. It was gray, as if covered with a thin layer of ice. There was no energy, no focus, just staring straight in the face. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his eyes were solidified dark red. The thick smell of blood filled the nose with a burnt smell. My fingers subconsciously dug into the dirt. The soil was wet and sticky, and the gaps between my fingernails were quickly filled with black and red mud. It was the color of blood and earth mixed together. The body beneath him began to stiffen. The sharp edges made his ribs ache. It's the arms, it's the shoulders, it's the hard knees. I could feel the texture of the other person's clothes, which were coarse and made the skin itch. There is a cold hand hanging on the side of the neck. The fingers were stiff and the skin was slippery, like a snake just fished out of the water, slowly sliding against the skin. I dare not move. I could only bite my lip and taste a hint of rust. "Boom, boom, boom." Heavy footsteps came from above. It was heavy boots, running over gravel and sawdust, and then there was a crisp sound - "click". It was the sound of broken bones being crushed, like sharp thorns piercing my ears, making the hairs on my body stand up. Warm liquid seeped down from the cracks in the upper body. One drop, two drops, fell on the back of the hand. It was sticky with body temperature and quickly condensed into small blood clots. The footsteps sounded again, slowly going away, and finally disappeared at the end of the darkness. It's finally dawn. I strained my ears to catch any sound. The wind blew through the whimpering of the broken walls and the hissing of unknown insects in the distance. Other than that, there was only deathly silence. It's time to move. This thought rushed into my mind like a spark, igniting the almost numb nerves. I tried to move my fingers, then my arms, lifting them up a little, and then falling down again. I twisted around desperately, trying to get out of the pile of "things". Those heavy "things" on my body showed no response. They didn't move, didn't take a breath, just kept pressing. I could feel their weight, making my ribs hurt and suffocating me. I tried my best to pull my leg out, but my calf seemed to be tightly grabbed by something and it didn't move at all. I gritted my teeth, raised my right hand, and slowly stretched out towards the face beside me with half-eyes exposed - no, half of the face. The fingertips touched the other person's cold skin, like touching ice cubes. Pushed out hard. The "thing" pressing on the upper body shook and made a dull friction sound. My numb arms finally found some strength. I pushed the limbs around me like crazy. Thighs, broken arms, heads that rolled to the ground, and sticky blood clots that couldn't be distinguished from blood or flesh. With every push, you could feel more of the greasy stuff on your hands. The "thing" in front of him fell forward. A wind mixed with fishy smell swept across his face, bringing with it a slight chill. It's fresh air, not so rotten. I took a few greedy breaths, and the tightness in my chest eased slightly. He raised his hand and wiped the hair on his forehead indiscriminately. The hair was clumps, greasy, and covered with blood scabs. The lower body still cannot move. I struggled to twist my body and groped with my hands underneath me. I felt a piece of reasonably strong fabric. Grab it tightly and give it a sharp tug. The "thing" on his body fell to the side, making a low impact sound. A dry cheer burst from the throat. I lowered my head and looked at my lower body, ready to continue pulling my legs out. Then, I froze. A black metal beam glowed coldly in the sunlight. It was as thick as my father's arm, twisted and stuck diagonally on the ground. The "thing" pressing on the lower body had been smashed to pieces by the beam. Red, white, and indeterminate color slurries were mixed together and stuck between the beams and the ground. My legs were pressed under the pile of paste. You can't see or touch it, you can only feel the heavy pressure coming from the beam. My mouth was open and I couldn't make any sound. Despair is like ice water pouring through your internal organs. I hit the wet ground with my forehead, making a thumping sound. His forehead hurt from the impact, the blood scab cracked, and new blood seeped out, mixed with mud, and smeared on his face. Suddenly, my mother's voice sounded in my ears, soft but clear: "Remember, never be happy too early, and never despair too early." That voice circled in my mind, over and over again. I took a deep breath, moved my stiff joints, and slowly curled up and opened my fingers. Then, he lay on the ground in the most effortless position and remained motionless. I know that all I can rely on now is patience and luck. Time passes little by little. The sun slowly rises and then sets westward. The setting sun dyes the sky crimson. I wanted to swallow, but what my tongue touched was the cracked wall of my mouth. It was as rough as the sandpaper my father used when making wood carvings. The lips were already split, and every breath stung. The scarlet liquid on his face also condensed into lumps, sticking hard to his skin. He turned his head and looked around. There was a murky puddle not far away. Perhaps it was accumulated from the rain a few days ago. There was a black rag floating on the water, as well as a few unknown debris. The puddle wasn't too far away, but no matter how long I stretched my neck, I couldn't reach it. Drowsily, as if falling into a dream. A sharp pain came and I suddenly opened my eyes. In front of me, a pair of yellow eyes stared at me. That's a dog. The dog's head was so big and deformed that it looked like a black stone swollen by water. The body is only as long as an adult's arm. He was completely naked, with not even a hair on his body, and his blue-black skin crinkled against his bones. Red flesh was exposed in several ulcerated places, with dark brown pus stuck on it. It growled indistinctly. The fangs shone coldly white in the dim light. The front legs were arched, and the ground was scratched with claws. I watched helplessly as the little finger of my right hand rolled over the black dog's tongue. The finger was broken. The wound was still bleeding bright red. Then, the finger slid along the black dog's tongue and into its foul-smelling throat. Severe pain shot up like fire, spreading from his fingertips to his shoulders. I gritted my teeth, pulled off a piece of rag from my upper body with my left hand, and randomly wrapped the wound on my right hand. The cloth was dirty, stained with blood and mud, but he didn't care. I slapped my arms on the ground. "Papa, papa, papa." He made a dull sound, trying to scare away the black dog. The black dog was stunned for a moment, kicked off his front legs, and dragged his body back a few steps with his hind legs. There was a cold light in its eyes, its bright red tongue drooped, and its sticky saliva dripped into the black soil. It spins slowly. His steps were staggering, but with obvious greed. Obviously, the taste of those fresh fingers made it unwilling to give up easily. My heart beat faster, and I could feel the smell of the black dog, with its fishy smell, sweeping across my cheeks again and again. I stared at the black dog, my muscles all tense. After an unknown amount of time, the moonlight finally broke away from the clouds and fell on the shiny head of the black dog. The sultry heat of midsummer nights mixed with the putrid stench of the surrounding "things" can suffocate people to death. His eyelids were as heavy as lead, and his consciousness began to blur. Just when he was about to lower his head, a fishy wind rushed over him. The black dog opened its mouth right at the back of my neck. The hairs all over my body stood on end, and I tried my best to arch my body. The back of his head hit the black dog's jaw hard. "Ouch--" The black dog whimpered, tilted his head and took a few steps back. Suspense flashed in his yellow eyes. "Pfft--" An arm rolled off the "things" stacked behind him and fell right in front of me. The hand of the broken arm was still holding a kettle, and the strap of the kettle was loose and spread on the ground. Black Dog reacted quickly. His hind legs kicked off the ground violently and he lunged towards my neck again. The speed was faster and more fierce than before. Without any time to think, he grabbed the water bottle strap with his left hand and raised his arm fiercely. The kettle flew out with the broken arm, and hit the black dog on the nose with a "bang". "Ouch!" The black dog let out a shrill cry and fell sideways to the ground. After rolling around, he slowly got up. The severed arm detached itself from the kettle and fell beside it. The black dog shook his head, blood oozing from his nose. It looked at me, then at the severed arm on the ground, and hesitated. Then, it picked up the severed arm and retreated into the darkness with its tail between its legs. The moonlight disappeared behind the clouds. Darkness returned to the surroundings. I lay on the ground, gasping for air. I fumbled to pick up the kettle that had fallen beside me, and touched the body of the pot with my fingers. The cold metal touch made me feel a little relieved. Unscrew the lid of the kettle and pour it into your mouth. There is very little water, just a shallow layer. As soon as I moistened my tongue, it was gone. I turned the kettle over again and shook it hard. A few drops of water fell into my mouth. It's cool and the most delicious thing at the moment. Pain, despair, and numbness came all over me, as if a big hand was holding my heart, holding it tighter and tighter. I cried. There was no sound in the throat, just silent choking. There were no tears in his eyes, and the tear ducts seemed to have dried up long ago. Only his chest was rising and falling violently, and his body was shaking. Mom said: Never be happy too early, and never despair too early. This sentence rang in my mind again. Take a deep breath and force yourself to calm down. I lowered my head and held the metal kettle tightly in my left hand. A ray of light from the morning sun swept across my face, and was swallowed up by the clouds in an instant. The morning glow on the horizon is as scarlet as blood. "Ouch——" The black dog stood up unsteadily, with a blood mark oozing out of the corner of his eye. It took two steps back angrily, got into the pile of "things" next to it, and became silent. I can't remember how many times I hit it on the head with a kettle. Once, twice, three times... The arms are getting weaker and weaker, and it takes a huge amount of effort to raise the kettle every time. I really can't understand that there are so many "things" to satisfy my hunger here. Those rotting limbs were enough for the dog to eat for a long time. But why does this guy have to risk his head being smashed and bite me again and again? This makes it impossible for me to rest. My throat felt like it was clogged with red-hot cotton wool, and every breath brought burning pain. The lips were even more chapped, with blood scabs layered on top of each other. He licked the spout of the kettle, and then licked the wet blood on the body of the kettle. It's dawn, there's light. The sun was getting brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire kettle. I suddenly felt that this kettle looked familiar. It is flat, with the unique warm luster of brass, and has patterns engraved on the sides. It's not a complicated pattern, just a few petals, like a platycodon flower. My heart was beating wildly and my hands were shaking violently. I slowly turned the bottom of the kettle over. A small word is clearly visible on the bottom of the pot. "Joyous". The word I was most afraid of seeing was engraved there so clearly, as if it were engraved on my heart, and it couldn't be scratched off. My brother always carries this pot in his arms, saying that platycodon can "bring good luck" and keep him safe. Last time I was in the mine, I was so thirsty that I wanted to cry, but my brother was only willing to pour water for me to drink, without letting me touch the body of the pot. This kettle belongs to my brother. That amputated arm... Also belongs to my brother. Brother, it's in the pile of "things" above. Like those cold, stiff bodies, pressing on me. But what's the difference? I'm probably the only living thing left in this mine. Oh no, there's that black dog. I hit my forehead on the ground. Once, and again. My throat hurt so much it felt like it was about to split, and I could only cry silently. The black dog came out of nowhere, licked its mouth, stared at me blankly for a few seconds, then swung its bare tail and slowly walked away again. The sky was very low, and the thick clouds seemed to be touching the ground. The "stuff" around me stinks even more. Over time, the rate of decay increases. The yellowish-brown liquid leached out from the piles of "things", glowing with oil, and formed into a thin stream, slowly flowing to his side. I craned my neck and licked the liquid with my tongue. I am so thirsty that I am going crazy with thirst. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched the liquid, a severe nausea immediately surged in his empty stomach. Unable to stop retching. My throat hurt even more, as if there was a razor blade stirring inside. My stomach was empty and I couldn't vomit anything out. The broken soil on the ground trembled. Very slight, but very clear. Immediately afterwards, there was an ear-splitting buzz in the air. "Buzz-" The sound got louder and louder, getting closer. I raised my head and looked in the direction of the sound. A rotorcraft flew from the direction of the sun. The huge fuselage, with its rotating wings, swept over the collapsed mine frame. The air flow swept across, slightly diluting the stench around him. The mecha's shell was silver-gray, shining coldly in the sunlight. Is it a rescue team? I grabbed my throat and wanted to shout. "Help... Help..." But he only managed to squeeze out a little hoarse breath, and then no more sound came out. The rotorcraft circled in the air and turned back. It seems to have discovered the piles of "things" on the ground. The fuselage slowly lowered, getting closer and closer to the ground. Saved? Ecstasy coursed through my limbs like electricity. I twisted my upper body desperately, trying to let the people on the mecha see me. The wound on his right hand was pulled, and he grinned in pain, but he didn't care. Suddenly, several rays of fire spurted out from under the mecha's belly. It's a flamethrower. Orange-red flames shot out like poisonous snakes and landed on the "thing" on the ground. Several piles of "things" were swallowed up by the flames and ignited. The fire was blazing into the sky, and the heat wave hit my face, making my skin ache. The rotorcraft circled in a circle, as if it had just completed routine cleaning, and then flew away with a dull buzzing. The scorching heat surrounded me, and the flames licked my hair, making a "sizzling" sound. The air was filled with a strange smell of meat, mixed with a burnt smell. There was also the crackling sound of the flames, which seemed to mock my naivety. The black dog got out of the pile of "things" and glanced back at me. Then, holding out its bony chest, it limped away. I buried my face into the ground and stretched my arms forward, not wanting to struggle at all. Despair overwhelmed him like a tide. My mother's words, my brother's kettle, and the pain in that finger all became blurry. I'm dying in this fire and stench. The back of my hand suddenly felt cold. One point, two points. A cold touch fell on the back of my hand. Looking up, a few raindrops fell from the sky. Immediately afterwards, the raindrops became thicker and denser, falling quickly. "Crack——!" A thunder cracked the sky, and the earth trembled violently. It's raining! The raindrops hit my face randomly, my hair is wet and sticks to my scalp, and the coolness is refreshing. I quickly unscrewed the kettle lid and stood the kettle in front of me. Then he dug a small hole on the ground. The rain quickly accumulated. The flames made a "sizzling" sound due to the rain, and soon went out. Only the smoking ashes were left, giving off a burnt smell. I put my face close to the pit and sucked the water from the pit. The rain has the smell of earth, but it is extremely sweet. He drank sip after sip until his stomach swelled. The kettle was filled little by little, and it was heavy. Mom said: Never be happy too early, and never despair too early. I licked my lips and smiled. The rain washed away the blood and dirt on my face, and I came back to life. When the sun came out again, it hit my neck, burning it. Those "things" pressing down on the lower body occasionally come loose. It was probably soaked by rain and rotted, making it a little soft. But soon, it will be compacted by the heavy beam, leaving no space for the legs to escape. But there are more and more of those little white things, which are maggots. It was squirming happily in the surrounding carrion, and it was so dense that it made people's scalp numb. From time to time, they would crawl on my body and get into my neck, cuffs, and trouser legs, causing an itchy feeling. It was scary at first. He twisted his body desperately, trying to get them off. But later, I was tired and numb. Let those little things crawl around on you. Even when the hunger becomes more and more intense, I will randomly pick up one or two and throw them into my mouth and swallow them whole. No flavor, just a creamy feel. But it can replenish some energy. Keep me from starving to death. After eating it a few times, I got used to it. I no longer feel sick and just want to live. It seems like I have a little more strength. Although the legs are still unable to break free, they can twist slightly. I can also move my toes slightly, but I don't lose consciousness completely. I tried to push my feet on the ground to free my legs. But the beam was too heavy and pressed hard, with no signs of loosening. If all the "stuff" on top of it were rotten, maybe we could get out of trouble. There was a spark of hope in my heart again. The black dog is back. It seemed that it was no longer satisfied with the smell of rotten meat. It attacked more frequently and became more cunning, dodging the kettles I threw out from time to time. My eyelids were so swollen that they were filled with goo. I can't remember how long it's been since I closed my eyes. To make matters worse, the water bottle was empty. There wasn't even a shadow of cloud in the sky, the sun was scorching the earth, and there was no sign of rain. I was like a stone embedded in the soil, motionless. The black dog crept closer and staggered up the pile of "things" that was pressing on me. Standing above my head, his teeth clenched loudly, and saliva formed a thread along the corners of his mouth, dripping down drop by drop. It lowered its body and moved forward step by step. I could feel that it was staring at the exposed skin on the back of my neck. The black dog obviously lost his patience and without any hesitation, he arched his body and pounced down. I had been waiting for this moment. I suddenly raised my right hand and hit the black dog's nose hard. This seems to be playing into Black Dog's hands. It bit my arm and smashed its body next to my head. Severe pain exploded along the blood vessels, and the bones seemed to be tightly twisted with iron pliers. The canine teeth dug into the flesh and violently twisted out, as if a rusty saw was pulling back and forth in the flesh. My cheeks twitched violently, my eyes widened, my mouth opened wide without making a sound, and my eyesight went black. There was no way I was going to throw away the opportunity I had gained by using my right arm as a bait. With a sudden movement of his left hand, he threw the belt out and wrapped it around the black dog's neck. The other end of the strap was wrapped around the right wrist, forming a tight knot. Pulling with all his strength, the strap tightened instantly and was deeply embedded in the flesh of the black dog's neck. The dog's neck was strangled so stiff that its head drooped uncontrollably. But instead of letting go, it bit tighter. The whole body was struggling desperately, and the canine teeth were twisting and sinking deeper and deeper into the flesh. Severe pain surged through my mind, almost pushing me into the darkness of fainting. In a trance, my mother's voice echoed repeatedly: "Don't despair too early... Don't despair too early..." I burst into a silent roar. He tried his best to pull the black dog's head down, then opened his mouth and bit down on its neck. "Ouch——!" The black dog let out a shrill whine in his throat and struggled even harder. The four legs were kicking wildly, and their claws scratched my face and body again and again. One person and one dog, biting each other tightly in an extremely weird posture. The black dog's flesh pulsated between my teeth, and the salty blood rushed into my mouth. I swallowed it all without thinking. The blood was warm and gave me a little strength. I dug my teeth deeper and deeper until I felt the dog's arteries pulsing between my teeth. My body fell towards the boundless darkness... In my ears, the sound of the black dog and my own heartbeat became weaker and weaker... I looked at my right hand, the palm of my hand was black and blue, and my arm was swollen like a thick red log. This color is quite a nice color combination. I was afraid I was hallucinating: the black dog next to me twitched twice from time to time and let out a weak whimper. But this is absolutely impossible. Its blood has been drunk by me long ago, and a large piece of its body has been chewed away by me. I shook my head, trying to dispel the weird feeling. The scorching sun at noon made me unable to open my eyes. The "thing" pressing down on his legs seemed to be looser again. I tried to move my legs, and my calves could move a little. This makes me kind of happy. Before I could raise the corners of my mouth, my mother's words came into my mind again: Don't be happy too early, don't despair too early. The smile froze on his face. Directly in front, two black dogs twice as big as the dead dogs stood at the front. The hair is sparse, the skin is also blue-black, and the eyes are fierce. Behind him were two black dogs about the same size as the dead dogs. Their yellow eyes were bloodshot and they stared at me. They gasped heavily, and their saliva fell to the ground drop by drop. They formed a fan shape and slowly approached me. I propped up my upper body, my hands holding the kettle trembling. Her lips moved slightly, and she muttered silently: "Don't despair too early... Don't despair too soon..." "Hey! There are some dogs over there, do you want to go and have a look?" A soft but clear female voice sounded. Like a ray of light, piercing the boundless darkness and despair. I turned my head and looked in the direction of the sound. "Let's go, there won't be any living people here, everything is rotten!" A deep male voice sounded, with a hint of exhaustion. "Oh--okay!" I trembled all over. Open your mouth so wide that your jaw will fall off. This time, a shrill voice finally came out of his throat: "Help!" The voice was hoarse and broken, but full of power. The black dogs surrounding him were startled by the sudden shout. "There is a child here!" The woman shouted and ran, the footsteps getting closer and closer. The black dogs fled in all directions and quickly disappeared behind the ruins of the wall. Two figures, a man and a woman, were running towards me. A big hand suddenly grabbed the beam. There was a loud "clang" sound, and the weight on his legs suddenly disappeared. I felt relaxed all over. The numbness in my legs came over me instantly, like countless needles pricking me, and I couldn't help but groan. Immediately, a pair of soft hands gently lifted me up. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The woman's fingertips brushed my face with a gentle touch. I looked at the woman's face. Clean, gentle, eyes full of distress. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but I didn't know what to say. "What's your name?" The woman asked patiently, her voice soft. "Gao... Xing..." My name is happiness. Mom said, I hope I will always be happy. My mother also said, never be happy too early, and never despair too early.
"Rebirth of Officialdom Rose" is an ambitious work that successfully cross-border integration of officialdom literature and science fiction suspense elements, creating a novel "officialdom+" narrative. Its biggest highlight is the heroine's "sense of wisdom" in breaking through the situation: she relies on her authority, connections and system to solve problems, demonstrating the advanced "rules of survival within the system". The emotional line with Gu Changyun was also handled with maturity and restraint, breaking through the sweet pet routine. However, success is also Xiao He, failure is also Xiao He. In the middle and later stages, the plot suddenly jumps from high-level games to the global biosecurity crisis, and introduces surreal organizations such as "Watchmen" and "Cornerstone". Although it improves the structure and sense of excitement, it also deviates from the simplicity of the core track of "officialdom" to a certain extent, which may alienate readers who prefer pure Machiavellian battles of wits. The foreshadowing of some key settings (such as the "Ark" plan) is slightly behind the scenes. But overall, the author has solid writing skills and strong control over the plot. It is an innovative work that has no flaws and is worth reading.
Group portrait, this year's new book, the heroine is a resentful ghost, crawling from the Forgotten River to Jiuwei to seek justice, and the result is. . "Why? Is it right to kill my relatives and friends, abuse me, and harm me? Is it wrong for me to sue the immortal cultivators? #"I want... To fall from the sky, no difference between immortals and mortals!
The first work of the veteran author Tomato is so amazing! "Ambush" is a plot of Machiavellian wits and revenge, a historical revenge drama, with a compact plot and good writing, you can watch it with your eyes closed~
The rating has just come out. Although the rating is 7.5 Now, it will increase in the future. The alien's soul penetrates the protagonist, and he is one body with two souls. Others came up with a novel with a rating of 9.5, So I will come up with a novel with a rating of 7.5. The author started writing in the fourth grade of elementary school and spent ten years doing one thing👇
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