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I Took the Imperial Examination in Ancient Times, and the System Was Actually an Alien
Death, I'm dying. He wasn't killed by anyone, he was trapped to death. In the Daqian Dynasty, the Imperial Academy, before the morning bell rang, I was already paralyzed under the pillars of the "Ming Lun Hall". The morning lessons on the Four Books and Five Classics were comparable to Sanskrit chants, and Master Zhao's saliva in the hall was denser than the autumn rain outside the window. My name is Chen Jin, a salty fish with great ambitions. The "Analects of Confucius" in my hand has yellowed
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I Imitated Magical Skills in the Palace, and the Empress Thought I Was
The warm fragrance of Zichen Palace is so sweet that it is like poison wrapped in honey. Chen Zi was leaning on the soft couch on the dragon bed, half-squinting his eyes. In the glass cup at his fingertips, the amber liquid rippled as he swayed. In the center of the hall, dozens of dancing girls fluttered their sleeves and made lotus flowers step by step. The majestic music played by the musicians could almost make people's bones fall apart. "Your Majesty, is tonight's dancer to your liking?" Wa
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Obsessive Sacrifice: Start Killing Gods from Cannon Fodder
The blade was less than three inches from her neck. The cold smell of rust mixed with the unique smell of blood and dust of the Meridian Gate Execution Ground was poured roughly into the nostrils. There was rough bluestone beneath the knees, and every slight movement made the skin ache. The thick hemp rope was deeply cut into the wrist, binding not only the body, but also the last trace of unwillingness in the original owner's soul. "Su Qingyi! Collaboration with the enemy and treason, the evide
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The Substitute Will Lead an Army of Millions!
Biting cold. It was like there were countless tiny ice needles drilling into the cracks in her bones, and then stirring like crazy. Shen Jingque's consciousness struggled to surface from the chaotic darkness. The first thing that rushed into his nose was the smell of damp earth mixed with rotten leaves. Then came another, stronger, more familiar smell. Rusty smell. It's the smell of blood. She tried to move her fingers, but found that her wrists were tightly bound with rough hemp ropes, which ma
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