Decisive Protagonists Who Love to Wear Their Hearts on Their Sleeves Around Their Enemies

1 港 HKTV: Why Do You Say I Am a Crazy Critic? Reached Rock Bottom1.8M WordsOngoing 57kReads8.2Score3.6kShelves

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If you are not a book reader, you can read it.

9 修 Cultivation: This Is What the Unorthodox Path Looks Like Fire Cloud PillarEastern Fantasy1.8M WordsOngoing 126.7kReads8.5Score11.6kShelves

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This is the first time I've seen this style, it's really beautiful! ! ! [Adoration][Adoration][Admiration]

11 多 Many Children and Many Blessings: the Two-Dimensional Girl Ranch Ornate RhythmUrban439k WordsOngoing 82Reads—Score—Shelves

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The whole nation is awakening, what does it mean that I have to raise a two-dimensional beautiful girl?

21 夜 Nightingale The Dinghan Empire That Loves PancakesUrban853k WordsOngoing 1.6kReads—Score123Shelves

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Lin Guangyao picked up the pen and added a line under the scrawled suicide note: "Wang Tianfeng, head of the Shanghai Military Reunion Station. Martyred for his country on the 25th of the first lunar month in 1939. Some people remember." He put down the pen, folded the letter and put it in the bottom of the drawer. There is another piece of paper locked there, with four lines of poetry written on it: "In troubled times, what's the matter with the fluttering flowers? I can only see the cold plum blossoms reflected in the snow. There is no way to know that there is frost and snow on the road ahead, but there is a clear understanding in my heart." The ink has become a little faded. He gently caressed those lines of words, like caressing an old dream that could never come back. Outside the window, the lights of No. 76 Opposite were still bright. Behind a certain window, there was a woman in black uniform, looking down at the files to be processed tonight. She didn't look up. He didn't wait either. He just closed the drawer, stood up, and walked to the window. The night in Shanghai is always so bottomless black. But he knew that no matter how dark the night was, there would always be light. I just don't know if those people who never wake up after dawn will feel a pity. Lin Guangyao stood for a long time. For a long time, the moon moved from the tops of the sycamore trees to the eaves. Long enough for the wall clock to strike eleven. It took so long that he finally said to himself: Zhou Wenhao, I have finished writing your poem for you. Wang Tianfeng, I left your name for you. I'm still walking the same path you took. The day I can no longer walk, I will stop just like you.

22 黑 Black Police Passion and RebirthUrban1.4M WordsCompleted 535Reads7.9Score—Shelves

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This world is not black and white!

23 混 Chaos Sky Coffin: the Supreme Bone Was Dug Out at the Beginning Zhou Jun Who Likes Red BeautyEastern Fantasy1.0M WordsCompleted 27Reads—Score—Shelves

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The male protagonist is anything but showy, the content is novel, there are shadows of the late Ming Dynasty, and there are heart-wrenching bad guys...

24 网 Online Game: Divine Assassin, I Am the Shadow! One for Three YuanSports5.1M WordsOngoing 203.1kReads9.1Score21.3kShelves

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I only found these, which are pretty good\(//∇//)\