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Feng Yi Mountains and Rivers: the Concubine Controls the World
In the turbulent Dayin Dynasty, the wealthy Xie Zhaozhao was forced to marry a foolish prince, only to find that the imperial family had long since become an empty shell. She tore off the red hijab, took control of the army in the name of the princess, made friends with dead soldiers, instigated rebellion against aristocratic families, helped refugees in a sea of blood and corpses, and burned the crumbling dynasty into the torch of nirvana. In troubled times, she used her iron blood and benevo
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Tokyo's Hanaishizuna
How can a stone crush a dynasty? In the second year of Xuanhe's reign, General Yang Zhi took on the most important imperial mission in his life: to transport "Little Xiegu", a rare stone from Taihu Lake, to Tokyo to decorate the royal garden Genyue. This seemingly glorious journey to promotion turns out to be a direct passage to hell. He witnessed with his own eyes that wherever Huang Seal went, families were destroyed and people died; in order to transport huge rocks, the thousand-year-old wate
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Bianjing's Hua Shi Gang
A strange stone from Taihu Lake, a journey straight to hell. Yang Zhi was ordered to escort "Little Xie Gu", but he witnessed with his own eyes how the giant stone demolished the water gate, blocked water transportation, and forced the people to rebel. The shipwreck turned him from an officer to an imperial prisoner. In exile, he held the account books recording the corruption of the dynasty - should he be rehabilitated by another person, or should he tear apart the illusion of a "prosperous age
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I Asked You to Ban Color, but I Didn't Ask You to Draw God Alive.
After the Colorless Catastrophe, the world faded into gray, and human emotions and memories also faded. From that day on, no one can feel joy and sorrow, no one can remember love and hate, and civilization is withering in absolute "rationality". But I, a pseudo-painter from a colorful world, became the only outlier. When I dip my fingertips into the taboo "color" and draw a stroke on the gray world, the whole world will go crazy because of me. The gods and ghosts are fascinated by me, and the wo
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