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Nicholas Biao, every drop of blood flowing in the veins of this human man is full of the deepest sins, as well as extremely dirty and obscene things. There is too much confusion and contradiction in him: he is selfless and the savior of countless scavengers, and he is careless and a nightmare for all caravans and hostile forces. He broke the original order of the world, and countless people died because of the war he started. Even the most evil demon king in legend has not harvested so many lives. Anyway! There are countless people in the wasteland world who hate and curse him, and there are also countless people who believe in and worship him, and are willing to fight to the end for his will. --Commander of the Wasteland World United Expeditionary Force: Sal Durotan. Specifically, this is the story of a young man who traveled to a wasteland-like world and started with a roll of toilet paper. Goose skirt: 852327791

This book is also called: A Thousand Ways to Die by Netizens on the Street. On the Songhu battlefield where artillery fire shook the sky, a fat young man with snot bubbles on his face rushed towards the Japanese tank with explosives in his arms. After a loud bang, not even a single complete part of the 200-pound fat house could be found. In the ruins of the Stalingrad battlefield, the middle-aged greasy warehouse manager was panicking; because he was holding a 38-meter cover, and the opponent lying opposite him was Major Connegg, who was known as the "King of Snipers". On the high ground of 597.9, A young white-collar worker whose legs were blown off dragged a bucket and crawled step by step into the tunnel, because there were a group of comrades inside who had not drunk water for many days, waiting for his water to save their lives; in the bright moonlight, a trail of blood stretched out on the ground. In short, Hu Biao, a young man from the modern plane, was selected by the system and had to go to the battlefield of the heavens to complete some impossible tasks. If he won, he would be like Feng Sheng Shui Qi, but if he lost, the whole village would go to his house to eat. What to do? Of course, I called on netizens to help. Because based on his rich summoning experience, no matter how rubbish a netizen dies a few times, he can be more reliable than the legendary 'Urban Soldier King'... Book friend skirt number: 852327791

He was 17 years old that year, and the alien evil gods and minions had ruled the human race for hundreds of years, treating all human beings as slaves and cattle. At the age of 27 that year, he rose up to fight against the evil gods. After years of bloody battles, he finally restored the former glory of the human race. He is Nicholas Hu Biao, and he is the king who emerged from the wilderness of the wasteland world. But for future generations, what is more interesting are some unofficial histories and legends: the beauties (disasters) who met him at a young age and were entangled with him throughout his life. Those dukes who had mysterious origins but helped him dominate the world. Those heroic spirits such as Zhong Kui, Guan Gong, Bao Longtu, Li Taibai, and the First Emperor who were enshrined in the Temple of Heroes and killed countless evil gods with their own hands. However, they don't know that the beginning of all this story is just a young boy from the East who happened to pick up a jade pendant... This book is also known as: Young Hu Biao and I'm Really Not an Ugly Ghost. Three groups of book friends: 852327791

Thousands of miles away, at the top of Qiuci City, a man from a sewage treatment plant faced the Tibetan warriors with tears and snot on his face. There was a pot of hot air in front of him, and he fell down on it. Amidst the beating of war drums, two guys from Meituan and Ele. Me stood close together, holding spears and moving forward desperately. Under the overwhelming charge of the Jin Army's cavalry, their opponents had maces and they had Tianling Gai; at this moment, they no longer had the barriers they had in the past to compete for orders. At the top of the city of Xiangyang, which is known as an iron-clad city, the bow and arrow in the hands of a warehouse manager of a certain company were all fired. However, after multiple high-intensity firings, the tiger's mouth of his hands was already dripping with blood. Of course, compared to the man who was shot like a shuttlecock in front of him, with a young white-collar worker from a certain company acting as the sword and shield bearer, the warehouse manager was undoubtedly luckier. Cen Gang, an older, unmarried young man from the Northeast with a rough accent, danced the wolf in his hand vigorously. He was filled with joy when he saw that a group of short legs holding samurai swords in front of him could not get close. In Dadonggou, a dozen workers desperately added thermal coal to the boiler, trying to make the dilapidated battleship they were on achieve their last goal before death: to sink Yoshino... For five thousand years, one after another, one after another, stood up without hesitation during the most difficult time of this civilization. They may become a symbol that no one cares about in a certain paragraph of records; or everything they have done is completely buried in the sand and dust of history and no one knows it.

Why did a seventeen-year-old boy's hair turn gray overnight? How come a group of senile old men became so popular on the entire planet, and why did a pair of old eyes that had gone through many years of aging kill all the middle-aged and elderly lesbians in the world? Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? All this is actually just Niu Xiaoqiang, a low-achieving student in the third year of high school. One day, he discovered that the world around him suddenly changed beyond recognition, and he gained a group of grandfathers. A group of old men who seemed unreliable and uneasy about routines started. Please believe: this is a warm, fresh and inspirational story.

Penguin Book Club: 384145106. With the engine panting violently like an old cow, the 15-year-old Wuling Zhiguang drifted to a high speed of 180 yards. At such a high speed, the bronze-armored zombies chasing behind him were getting closer and closer. In the car with the back seat removed, Zhang Wei spit out a mouthful of tobacco, and then decisively pulled the trigger of the Maxim heavy machine gun at his fingertips; in half a minute, a 333-round ammunition belt was completely emptied. It was too late to put on a new bullet chain, Zhang Wei took up the big knife in his hand and jumped off the speeding Wuling Bun...

[Keep history in mind, honor the martyrs, and move forward bravely-Third Prize Essay Competition to Commemorate the 80th Anniversary of the Victory of the Anti-Japanese War] I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Brothers, I am currently on the Songhu battlefield in 1937. In front of me is a Japanese tank, but I only have a kitchen knife in my hand. Brothers, how should I fix this? Waiting online, it's quite urgent...

The first full-length novel on the Internet with the theme of Sanhe God, the rich positive energy is about to spread; boy! Are you ready to be filled with positive energy? Content tip: The shared bicycle was trampled on like crazy, and even one of the pedals flew off in the panic; behind the speeding bicycle, there were primitive natives driving giant mammoths, and the earth shook with every step. At this moment, Song Yong, the unknown master of Sanhe and now a famous kebab vendor in Shenzhen City, was crying without tears. From the beginning to the end, he just wanted to get some mutton back to the modern dimension and sell more mutton kebabs!