Looking for a Book: Quick Transmigration with the Same Male Lead

52 快 Quick Transmigration: Little Seductress, Go Win Over Your Male God Fei NongmoModern Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 8.7kReads9.4Score806Shelves

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It's a quick travel story, it's very sweet, the male protagonists are all the same person, and the ending of each short story is HE.

55 我 I’m Warning You, Don’t Steal My Potion Rice Porridge with Side DishesModern Romance1.4M WordsOngoing 6.1kReads9.2Score581Shelves

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I'm reading these 3 books, especially the second one, which starts with Refining Medicine.

58 万 Thousands of Miles of Land, the Prince Is the Only One Xiao Hua KeAncient Romance1.3M WordsCompleted 3.9kReads6.6Score566Shelves

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Nan Bao will always be the only male protagonist

59 婆 My In-Laws Forced Me to Remarry, Then My Husband Returned After Three Years Dead One River, a MillionModern Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 13.5kReads8.2Score1.9kShelves

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This is beautiful. Let's all come and see it.

62 都 We Were Already Dating Before You Told Me My Boyfriend Wasn't Human Running PeachMystery2.0M WordsCompleted 76.8kReads9.6Score8.4kShelves

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Super pretty, and the heroine is also very smart. At first, I thought the heroine really didn't know, and thought she was stupid and sweet, but then I realized that I am the stupid one, and she is very sweet and good-looking [Adore][Adore][Adore][Adore]

71 各 Noblemen from Every Faction Fall for Me, but I Only Love the Scheming Heir Peach Blossoms Don't Call for WineAncient Romance2.3M WordsOngoing 52kReads8.8Score4.1kShelves

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Come on, come on, save the book famine is here, I will arrange it for you, Baozi, the book you want is here

72 穿 Traveling Through the 70S: I Don't Want to Work, I Just Want to Lie Down The Author Loves Fantasy WomenModern Romance200k WordsCompleted 586Reads—Score—Shelves

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When there is a shortage of books, please take a look and support me. Thank you [blowing kiss]

76 妈 Mom's Seventh Door Wen Xing ZhuanUrban304k WordsCompleted 472Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Go read it, the male protagonist of this book will make you laugh with tears in your eyes

77 天 Tianlong Mountain River Record When the Wind Rises, Slay the NightCultivation363k WordsCompleted 6Reads—Score—Shelves

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Inherit Jin Yong's character and continue the new chapter of Jianghu! This is the palace-level martial arts! Mountains and rivers are buried in volumes, and heavenly dragons return to their thrones to see the universe... The poems in the chapters of the book are completely presented. Book title: "Tianlong Mountains and Rivers Record" (the first half, Tianlong Ten Heroes / the second half, Yanmen Beacon Fire) pen name, the wind rises and cuts the night. But before everyone could enjoy the discussion, another scribe on the other side took advantage of the poem's excitement and loudly said: "Red sleeves tune the strings in spring and the crowd is full -" As soon as everyone turned their attention, Duan Yunlan raised the corners of his lips and blurted out another complete Qijue song without any hesitation: "Red sleeves tune the strings in spring and the whole house is full, and the golden bottles reflect the moon while climbing the tower at night. The music and songs do not disturb the joy, and the world is peaceful when drunk." This song has a more graceful bearing, a more complete artistic conception, and is integrated with the scenery and atmosphere in the pavilion. After the words fell, the whole hall was silent for a moment, and then they burst into cheers and claps, which were several times louder than before. "Okay! Both poems are masterpieces!" "The words are spoken in pairs and the pen is written into poetry. The young master is truly a genius!" At this moment, a young man in white slowly stood up. He waved the folding fan gently in his hand, his clothes and sleeves moved slightly in the wind. Standing among the flying flowers in the sky, it was Duan Yunlan. He raised his eyes and looked at the moonlit sky full of flying flowers in the courtyard, with a bit of drunkenness and poetry in his eyes. He shook the paper fan gently and chanted loudly: "The moon moves the shadows of the flowers on the railings, and the wine warms the lamps and the red people are not cold. The spring breeze can't blow all night, and the sky is full of fragrance and snow falls in Chang'an." The sound of the poem ended, and the aftertaste was still floating in the wind. Everyone in the courtyard stood up in unison and gave high-fives. The applause was clear and hearty in the shadow of the falling flower lamps. Qiao Xiaoshi stopped outside the pavilion, his heart trembling inexplicably, and he did not dare to step forward rashly. I saw the swordsman in white looking up at Yanmen Pass at the end of the wind and snow. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate thousands of layers of blizzards and tens of thousands of mountains and fall on the territory ravaged by the iron hoofs of the Hulu. His throat was slightly open, and his voice was low and hoarse, wrapped in the coldness of the wind and snow and the sorrow and anger of crying blood. Each word was a monologue, slowly spreading out in the empty pavilion: "Frost and snow covered the sky over my hometown, and the lone front three feet illuminated the setting sun. There is no place to return for the blood in the hometown, and the souls of relatives and friends are left with broken hearts. We are all strangers in the world, walking alone in the vast distance for half our lives." The drunken dreams and worries in the temple are difficult to relieve, and I would like to lead Guizhou to appease the jackals." At the end of the poem, the wind and snow roared more fiercely, seeming to respond to this sadness. He murmured in a low self-mockery voice: "I wanted to protect the common people on behalf of Heaven, but now my recruitment has been in vain. I am full of blood and have nowhere to go..." Qiao Xiaoshi sat on the chair, still a little reserved. He felt that the warm silk lamps in the Qinghuan Pavilion, the sound of music and poetry, and the peace and tranquility that he had experienced were completely different from the blood and fire in the borders and the withered bones of the villages that he had experienced. Not long after, a table of literati downstairs was in the mood for wine. One of them stroked his beard and mused, and sang in a loud voice: "Lights in high buildings, the song is soft and gentle -" Duan Yunlan became excited when he heard it, and without thinking, he casually answered: "The breeze is beautiful and the wine is long." I can only sing endlessly to Shengping." He sighed smoothly and naturally, and the hall immediately burst into low cheers. Duan Yunlan raised his eyes and looked around, and saw tall and vigorous ancient cypresses in Songshan Mountain, standing among the clouds and smoke. The Shaolin Temple was solemn, smoke was gently curling, and there was peace and tranquility. He was originally a man who cared about the world. When he saw the atmosphere here and saw the martial arts knights from all over the world gathering together, with chivalrous looks on everyone's brows, he was filled with emotion. He gently shook the paper fan, looked far away, and chanted slowly: The ancient cypresses of Songshan Mountain stand in frost and smoke, and the tranquility of the ancient temple falls in front of the Buddha. I hope that all rivers and lakes will share this aspiration and together we can drive away the beacon fire to protect the mountains and rivers. After chanting, he sighed softly, looked at everyone, and said in a sincere tone: "Peace here is hard-won. I only hope that the heroes in the world today will not be greedy for the prosperity in the pass and enjoy peace. If we can work together and go to the border to protect our territory of the Song Dynasty, guard our people, and restore long-term peace and stability to the world, this country can be truly stable." Turning back to the house, he picked up the pen. The moment the ink fell onto the paper, his consciousness spread again. This time, I want to pour my thoughts, my compassion, and my unwillingness into their souls. No one can see the prosperity of this world, but I only know the mountains and rivers of the troubled times. Even though I am unable to save my life, I still have no regrets. I will cast my heroic spirit to guard Kyushu again. Let this stroke of pen reshape thousands of miles of mountains and rivers for the precarious Song Dynasty, for the children of China, and for the common people of the world. Everyone seemed to be waking up from a dream, and cheers came one after another. Yan Qing stood aside, seeing such a picturesque fairyland, and seeing Duan Yunlan and Gao Chengxia, a talented and beautiful woman, a match made in heaven, her heart was filled with endless joy. He was originally an elegant man, but at this moment he was moved by emotion, and he immediately chanted loudly: The flying flowers in red sleeves chase the evening breeze, and the horizontal sword in white clothes leans against the sky. The human world does not envy the couple of gods and immortals, but only longs to meet each other. After chanting, he smiled and nodded to the two of them, full of joy and blessing. Amid the cheers of the crowd, Qiao Xiaoshi and Yelu Yuan also stood up.

79 三 The Super Photographer with Three Souls and Nine Lives The Perfect Combination of SwordsUrban588k WordsCompleted 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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Yue Donglin. Cultivation science fiction, time-travel suspense, Zhou Yi shaman, a collection of classics and history, Buddhism and Taoism, romance and martial arts... Everything is endless and exciting.