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At first, no one cared about this poor boy. He was just an unwanted child. Abandoned by his parents, looked down upon by his classmates and teachers, and disliked by his aunts and cousins, the only thing he could rely on was himself, who was as small as dust and ashes. Until one night with shooting stars, he used his unfulfilled wish to shoot down the meteorite streaking across the night sky. From then on, his life embarked on a path of no return. A few years later, he stood in the glow and looked down at all living beings: "Let me introduce, what is standing in front of you now is the half-brother of the Cold-faced Killing God, the lifelong enemy of the Dragon King Jörmungandr, the best friend of the King of Bronze and Fire Norton, the best partner of the King of Paparazzi, the legend of the interstellar, the leader of the Dragon Team... Secret Party Words The person in charge and the principal of Kassel College - Lu Mingfei! "... Lu Mingfei will never forget that summer vacation when a strange and handsome man suddenly appeared and wanted to take him home with a sinister look on his face, so that he could proudly announce to the world in the future: "I, Lu Mingfei, am not wanted by anyone!"

An unexpected trip caused Lin Zhongtian to fall into a void. The fragile body disintegrated instantly, but the strong soul merged with the space and became the controller of this void space. With the help of the characteristics of void gaps, Lin Zhongtian can connect the heavens and shuttle between thousands of worlds. Just when he was filled with joy and ready to travel to the heavens, he was shocked to find that in all the worlds connected to the gaps in the void, there was actually a time traveler from his hometown! Seeing those fellow villagers who were more destitute than the last, Lin Zhongtian thought for a while and decided to help. As a result, a powerful organization that shocked the world, with names such as Heaven, God's Domain, and The Middle Heaven, and internally nicknamed the Traveler Alliance and the Fellows' Council, was officially born! Of course, before all of this, Lin Zhongtian had to solve a thorny problem - how to create a body. Currently involved in the world: Spring Knife, John Wick, Game of Thrones, Godzilla, Marvel, Under One Man, The Hobbit, Three Kingdoms, The Condor, The Godfather, Resident Evil, Harry Potter, Mr. Zombie, Heaven, Kung Fu, A Chinese Ghost Story, DC, Cultivation, Son-in-Law, Fate, One Punch Man, Celebrating More Than Years...

[Comprehensive Persona 5 + Conan fan fiction, from the world view to the main plot, there are private settings and magic modifications] [There is no heroine, there is a winery vest, the protagonist enters the world of Conan with the P5 game interface, so there will be no original P5 characters] "Mr. Phantom Thief, do you have any comments on your new life?" "It's impossible to steal someone's heart. It's impossible to steal someone's heart in this life. People die faster than I can save them. I can only maintain a life like this by developing a good relationship. Going to Mihua Town feels like going home. Everyone in the winery is talented and speaks well. I like it here very much."

The mysterious swords scattered across the earth are waiting for their world-famous sword master. Who can understand the miraculous menopause that has been passed down through the ages? There are people hiding in the hundreds of buildings in Chang'an who are capable of raising fire and swallowing the sun. In the Central Plains, there are huge and decadent millennium-old families. In the north, the deserted people are sharpening their swords in silence and fighting fiercely. In the south, the countries in the south are singing and dancing to make peace and fight with each other... And above the distant Qingming, a pair of blue eyes covering the world are slowly opening. Pei Ye raised his head and pulled out the long sword from his belly: "Taiyi True Dragon Immortal Lord... Let us see who is whose food."

A familiar thin figure was standing at the door of the house. He was wearing a yellow and black square feather fabric, and his long dark red hair was uncharacteristically tied into a high ponytail. In his hand was a fighting knife that he had never seen before. That was the back of his father, Kamado Tanjuro. And facing Tanjuro face to face. It was a man Tanjiro had never seen before, wearing a black suit and a small top hat. Because Tanjiro fell into the snow, he couldn't see his father's expression, which was turned away from him. But he can see the other side. --The man in the black suit had a look of horror in his red pupils. It was an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

I opened the dusty pages of the book and crossed the galaxy to a strange universe. Someone who chanted the sutra, flesh and blood bloomed all over the deep valley, and thousands of voices shouted in unison: "The Tao is indescribable and indescribable. It responds to the inspiration, transforms into 129,600 fruits, takes it and ascends to heaven, harmonizing all things!" The god of trouble has scales on his face, cracks on his spine, and Fuhai murmurs: "Holy Lord Wuguang! The end of the final king! I offer this world to you, may the stars turn into fools, and the glory be returned to the mother of all things! Listen to these words and come, listen to these words and come!" I raised my head and saw the Heavenly Lord standing high above the stars, with a great crown of gray and white bones growing from the back of his head. Wanlong used flesh and blood as threads to weave the true cultivator into a Taoist robe, becoming one with Him. I lowered my eyes and saw the god emerging from the abyss. The worm was his body, the wings were made of eyeballs, flesh and blood crawled under the holy light, and the skinless favored ones howled miserably in his kingdom. I didn't know who to turn to for a while. I just want to live a long and healthy life. Are there any non-toxic and harmless varieties? This is a story about an ordinary person traveling between multiple worlds, facing the indescribable, exploring the indescribable, and ultimately becoming indescribable. This article is a multi-world anti-travel text that integrates multi-system settings. The early stage is realistic and the Western background of the 17th century, and the middle stage is the ancient Eastern background.

It is a devout prayer that invites the subject to a distant world. What's confusing is that he signed it in your name. "Let me see. The covetousness of the outer gods, the decline of the world, and the madness everywhere. Huh? Has the hunting night in my hometown started again?" Although you will pay a small price, you still go. God descended upon the application and agreed.

[Majia flow] [Don't step on it] [Bullshit daily] [Original reasoning] [Crime trial] The case of mutilating corpses and eating them, the case of skinning and making clothes, the case of vampire demons, the case of imitating novels... As long as evil remains unpunished, the Trial Game of Twenty Faces will never go away! The police added: "The Twenty-Faced Man is the spider at the center of the web. He uses coincidence and human nature to trap his prey. No trace of his influence can escape his eyes. The prey he targets must not be able to escape. He is a predator at the top of the biological chain." Detective Kudo Shinichi: "Kumokawa Tsukimi is a bastard. He once told me, if you can, catch him! But... His words are not bad. Just like Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty, we are like the light and dark sides of our enemies and friends. I will drag him to death together." In the Reverse Cross Bar, looking at the people in front of him, Tsukimi Riyumikawa spread his hands and said with a smile: "If I said that in the beginning I wanted to change my mind and become a good person, would you believe me?" Everyone: "Asshole! Is this why you become a nightmare for all criminals and detectives?!"

Chen Yuan failed to survive the catastrophe, his body disintegrated, his soul retreated, and his soul fell into another world, dormant for a hundred years, and found a house, but unfortunately he died. When the yang energy is gone and the blood is exhausted, who says that a dead person cannot become a true immortal? . Chen Laoshi's poem says: The body is like a dead tree hiding in the silent sky, and it is dim and dark in a mirror.

"Next, I would like to invite the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of St. Michael and St. George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the Order of Merit, a leader in the anti-colonial cause, a bell ringer for the East India Company, a hero of the Crimean War, a fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong friend of Dickens, Alexandre Dumas and other great writers, Farah A staunch supporter of scientific stars such as Darwin and Darwin, he has served as Assistant Under-Secretary, Under-Secretary-General and Permanent Under-Secretary in the Ministry of Home Affairs and the Admiralty of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the first Cabinet Secretary and Civil Service Minister of the Kingdom, the first batch of graduates of the school and the most outstanding alumni in history, the distinguished Sir Arthur Hastings delivered a speech at the 50th anniversary celebration of the founding of the University of London. " Arthur's eyes swept across the audience, looking at the young faces, and murmured: "Agares, what do you think I should say?" The shadow of the red devil floated behind him, and saliva almost flowed from the corners of his mouth: "Look at these ignorant souls, they still worship you as a hero, why don't you tell them something they like to hear?" Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar: "Oxford is a bunch of sons of bitches!" "Oh!!!" The audience burst into thunderous applause. "The same goes for Cambridge!" He added immediately. The applause was even louder. (The protagonist possessed by the devil travels through 19th century England, with a world view without demons)

God is creating a legend! ! ! ! ! We need a little faith to give people a backbone, and some man-eating demons to make the big guys fight! Add a little love... Add a little hate... Rebellion, and impulsiveness. Finally, a familiar protagonist is inserted, and his personality needs to be a little dark, otherwise it will be boring. Grass... Too much! ... So, in an alley on the street in London, Sherlock slowly walked out of the shadows with his head in hand, blood dripping down his spine on the ground, tick, tick, tick. Great, now the killer has been solved. The next problem is to prove that the murderer is the murderer.

Dragon Son, Corpse Immortal, Wild God, Quick Horse, Quick Knife, Quick Sword. This is a magnificent and mysterious magical world, as well as a joyful world of swords and swords. Since ancient times, there has been a group of strange people in the world who call themselves Nuo masters. They wear Nuo (nuo) masks and dance Nuo dances. They can communicate with yin and yang, control ghosts and spirits, drive away thunder and lightning, and scatter beans to form soldiers. Xie Yi came with the ancient mirror, wore the Kaishan Nuo Noodles, slayed demons and demons along the way, followed the path of heaven, and finally became a Nuo master.

The strange way of heaven and the abnormal immortal Buddha, are they real? Is it false? Li Huowang, who was confused, couldn't tell the difference. But that wasn't the only thing he couldn't tell. And he himself was sick, very sick.

The wine is pouring out and the skip is sitting, and the brocade belt is rotten and the silk is hanging from the Wu hook. He is good at cutting off dragons and stabbing tigers, and his green eyes are as clear as water in autumn. It's a pity that the subjects are too sloppy, how can a strong man be a prisoner of chapters and sentences? The Central Plains is in constant struggle, and the trees in the river are cold and cold. In the glorious Great Xia, in a dim and troubled world, heroes from hundreds of religions stand side by side and shine. Just walk, one person, one horse, one sword, one bow, and one jug of wine.

Hold a pot of old wine, make three or two friends, say "Jianghu", and drink up all the grudges! This book is not original and has unlimited popularity. If you don't like it, don't read it.

After his slide blew up the global Internet, Jiang Zhou became the worst sinner in human history and fell into a long sleep. And when he woke up again a hundred years later, what appeared before him was an out-of-control era intertwined with wilderness and civilization, full of control and resistance. In the abyss, countless out-of-control artificial intelligences wreak havoc; above Olympus, super corporations that claim to be gods look down on the common people; within the basic reality, mortals are struggling between suffering and madness. But the night is gone and dawn is coming. When he woke up from his long slumber, the seeds of the human-intellectual revolution had already sprouted. Brain-computer interface, mandala program, adjustment depth, mental index, Icarus syndrome, military zombies... On the eve of the end of this dark age, when someone asked Jiang Zhou who he really was, he replied: "I am one and many; I am the beginning and the end; you can call me the paradox itself. I am the First Deep One, the Restarter of Icarus, the Gatekeeper of the Land of Nord. I am the Prison Breaker, the Lighthouse Thug, the One Who Plucked the Golden Bough, and the Faceless God who rules the underworld. I have countless identities, just like the wind has countless directions, and mortals have countless ways to die. My name is-" "In other words, you are actually the only one in the entire organization?" "Uh... That's it."

I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turned out that it was not the same as a young man traveling. Ignite the light of the soul and make a break with the cloned self. Lu Mingfei, who was on the verge of death, was half asleep and half awake, and suddenly thought of that summer when he was young and ignorant, with the sound of cicadas chirping, the white words on the blackboard, and the blackboard. Sadly, there is no going back to that. Hard, cold, shaking... Lu Mingfei was not among them. ---------- Good news, a group to support readers' righteous torture has been established, 696806912 Bad news, it's all insiders

Lord of Mysteries fan [The male protagonist has no CP, starts in the old city, and Source Castle launches the second era] [The moon path in the early stage, and the non-adjacent path of becoming a god in the later stage] I've traveled through time. I originally thought that the style of painting would be an ordinary urban daily light comedy, until that day... I met a new colleague at the company who called himself Zhou Mingrui. A fresh college student with black hair and brown eyes, full of energy and who has not yet been made obese by society. He is also the dear Mr. Fool to the curly-haired baboons thousands of years from now. [I·man·crack·open] --My Lord, you don't mind buying one and getting one free... Right?

(A new book with the same theme, "Five Hundred Years of Ming Family", has been released. The new Ming, the sixteenth emperor of the Ming Dynasty is different.) Once Ji Zhao traveled through time, he found himself in the Zhou Dynasty three thousand years ago. His brother Wu Wang Ji Fa had just overthrown the Shang Dynasty. During the reign of the dynasty, he was seriously ill and dying. He was canonized as a marquis to assist the young master. Looking at the eight-year-old emperor and the eight hundred Ji Jiang princes, Ji Zhao was full of high spirits, and the road was blue and blue, and he opened the mountains and forests. Let me start a new era of the great Zhuxia!

You never know where your dreams will start. It's like you found the damn book. And clicked on it.