Library

Traveling through time and becoming Huo Yuhao, the mother coin system is bound to the game at the beginning. There is only one core rule: recognize mother = invincible! Ma Xiaotao burned the phoenix flame for him, Snow Emperor froze the Wanli Glacier for him, and Orange mobilized the soul-guiding mecha for him. "Mom" was shouted out one after another, the life of the soul ring skyrocketed, and the strength soared. Beating a genius was like drinking water! But who would have thought that the heroines whom he called "Mom" would look at him more and more wrong? "Yuhao, stop calling me mom, call me by my name." Huo Yuhao looked at the soaring Ma coins on the system panel and decisively pretended to be stupid: "Mom, you look so good today!" The heroine wants him to recognize her as his mother. Strength is the last word! This wave, eat soft rice but eat hard, eat to the extreme! [Hilarious] + [anti-routine] + [soft rice but hard to eat] + [invincible flow]

When he woke up, Lu Chen became a traveler across the heavens, but was bound to the most bizarre [Infinite Canvas] system. Here capabilities are shared, through crowdfunding. He can even "borrow" any ability on the canvas, but the cost is weird: When ghosts destroy the world, Tomioka Giyu's sword moves suddenly "lost their purity", and an invisible line of cause and effect winds towards the unknown; In the School of Magic, Dumbledore's memory silverware rang for no reason, marking an interdimensional curse; On the Dragon Campus, there was noise in Principal Ange's time-zero field, as if time had been "borrowed" for a frame; Stranger Jianghu... Lord of Mysteries... Lu Chen relied on "borrowing" to run rampant in the world, but he didn't know that every borrowing would cause ripples of rules in the world, and was regarded by the top experts as a "source of disturbance" that must be eradicated. Until the [canvas] is stained with blood, the ultimate command is announced to all worlds: "Purge all disturbers and format the anomalous world. Execution Terminal-Purifier. " At that time, Lu Chen looked at his list of abilities that were spread all over the world and he was heavily in debt: [Stolen Breath of the Sun] [Avada Kedavra on loan] Junyanyanling crowdfunded And the tranquil entry named "Uesugi Eriyi" that is always lit in the corner of the canvas. He silently gave a thumbs down to the Purifier who wanted to close the server and delete his account, and then shouted in the whole channel: "Everyone, if you don't want your mission to fail and your account to be wiped out, please crowdfund your travel expenses first." "Come with me and kill that administrator."

In a dark and dark room. The girl lay quietly on the ground, with no trace of blood on her pale face. Next to it are boxes of distorted sertraline, paroxetine and other depression pills. That scene became a shadow for the rest of Xia Feng's life. Returning to the autumn of 2009, Xia Feng looked at the lonely girl who was trapped in a rental house with a helpless expression. "Tonight, either pay the money or pay off the debt." "I... I really have no money." "Then pay off the debt, one hundred an hour." "No." "How much do you want?" "Five... Five dollars." "Why?" Meng Zhi lowered her head and said nothing. Xia Feng didn't know the reason until the lonely girl was caught when she came out of the kitchen and tried to sneak out in the heavy rain. Many years later, Xia Feng looked at the red certificate in his hand and realized that the other party had a big conspiracy. On Saturday in the previous life, Xia Feng went to celebrate the birthday of Su Yumo, the goddess he had licked for three years. He did not go to Meng Zhi to collect the rent, and turned a blind eye to the several phone calls she made in the morning. It wasn't until Sunday that he came to Mengzhi's house, and what he saw was the scene of Mengzhi committing suicide. That afternoon became a shadow for the rest of Xia Feng's life. Xia Feng had wondered more than once whether the tragedy would have been prevented if he had not ignored the call from Meng Zhi. Fortunately, God gave him another chance. Now that I'm reborn, let's start by saving the desperate girl.

I, Chen Yan, am an eighteen-year-old street writer. My greatest achievement is to bring to life my story of Princess Jinyang of the Tang Dynasty who died young. Now she is sitting on my keyboard in her underskirt, sipping my last cup of milk tea. "Xiao Mianjun, let me have some grandma's tea for you, can you still have it tomorrow?" I looked at her shining eyes and then at her empty wallet. ... Raising a little princess from time travel should, probably, maybe, just require multiple straws, right? Until the bronze mirror lit up again, a girl holding a sword stepped out of it, the tip of the sword pointed directly at my throat: "Bold maniac, let go of my sister!" I lowered my head and looked at the little Sizi who was happily sipping milk tea in my arms, and then looked at the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty in front of me. Finished His small house of dozens of square meters might be occupied by the Tang royal family.

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!