My Bookshelf (No Harem, no Stallion)

The new book "Song Tan Chronicles" has been released, please support me. Introduction to this article: Ding Wei, a 32-year-old young woman who wanted to raise her younger brother, was reborn and found that she had returned to the university military training in 2005. She touched the six yuan and fifty cents in her pocket, and quickly decided to get rid of her poor life, use her forward-looking vision, write and publish, and become a god with one book! So the question is, before she earns money to buy a computer and a mobile phone, how many times can she go to an Internet cafe with her six and a half yuan?

Is he a genius in the spotlight, or a lunatic behind the scenes? Special thanks to "Tea Picture Shop" for the cover.

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Zhou Shaojin was reborn, and her cousin Cheng Ren, who betrayed her in her previous life, was naturally struck out, but she still has many cousins ​​such as Cheng Xu, Cheng Yi, Cheng Ju, etc... This is a story that the Cheng family and I have to tell!

What is the purpose of practice? Is it to gain power over the world? Is it for Full House of Gold? Is it to get drunk and lie on the lap of a beautiful woman? Sha Ling shook his head. What he cultivated was the heart, and he cultivated freedom, so that he could control his own life, so that he could be as elegant and free as a wandering crane, and so that he could always hold the mirror in front of him without dust... Let's see how an ordinary man gets a chance, gropes his way onto the path of spiritual practice, and wanders around the mortal world at will...

A little woman in the great era, with the ability to communicate with nature, holds a bunch of delicious and fun things in her arms, raises flowers and fields, and saves people. --Still free? Then step on the handsome spy ^O^ --Other handsome guys? Don't touch it, otherwise my family will just squat in the corner and draw circles! \U003E.\U003C - There are no more than one man and one woman, no more than one woman and one man; there are no bad guys and good guys, no black and white There are deep loves and hates, there are people who move forward courageously; there are people who go through life and death, there are brothers and buddies. There is no big ambiguity... There are many small ambiguities; there is no big dog blood... There is little dog blood everywhere! - [Please appreciate the new book "Returning to Become a Goddess in the End of the World"! ] [Four cold heroines: calm and cold-blooded, sarcastic and cold-faced. ]

When you arrive in another world, do you have to be a great general, a great swordsman, or a great magic teacher? Standing at the pinnacle of magic and martial arts, or commanding thousands of troops and strategizing, or even more powerful than tens of thousands of people, dominating an area? Why can't we simply live a happy life? The other world is very good, green and pollution-free, hundreds of industries are waiting for development, and there are many races, including humans, tree people, elves, dwarves, giants, dwarfs, orcs, and elemental elves, all diverse, novel and interesting. The other world is very bad, with backward technology, backward food culture, and backward entertainment industry. So Xu Zheng thought that it would be a beautiful thing to make great progress in science and technology in the alien world, to spread Chinese and foreign food all over the alien continent, and to allow colorful entertainment culture to become popular in the alien continent. Now that you are reborn, you must live a good life to live a happy life in vain. Not happy now? It doesn't matter. Watch me recreate a happy life in another world. No 11, no super YY, just some happy things. Enter with caution.

"In the far east, there is a strange little shop that has rejected Michelin's three-star rating several times. The price there is expensive, a bowl of fried rice with soup and egg is 288RMB, and I forgot that there is a plate of kimchi, but even so, there are many people waiting in line. It does not accept reservations, only accepts queuing in person, and countless people queue up in special planes. Of course, there is no parking space or parking space. The service there is terrible. Customers are asked to serve the dishes and clean the tables by themselves. Oh my God, this boss is crazy." - "Michelin Gourmet Magazine" ------------------ General food group, everyone can come in and chat 526149614 Dragon and Tiger Fighting Group, you can join the group by ordering all 577415455 The vegetable cat appears from time to time~

[The new book "I Create Worlds in the Heavens" has been put on the shelves. There are 130,000 manuscripts in stock. Please order first and monthly tickets! Who said medicine is needed to save people? I use painting to save people! Who said you need a gun to kill? I kill people with paintings! The great interstellar painter, the counterattack of galactic civilization.

The sky was gray and it looked like a heavy snow was about to fall. I couldn't feel the wind, but there was a cold air that rushed to my face and penetrated through my clothes and into my bones. The road outside the gate of my grandpa's compound was still an east-west dirt road, eight or nine meters wide. The color of the road was so yellow that it turned white. Several long ruts led to the road and turned. The ruts are concave, and there are edges on both sides of the ruts, like the frozen well ropes being dragged away, winding and stiff. On this winter day, on this road, more than thirty filial sons and grandsons of my grandpa knelt down towards my grandpa's coffin. Behind the coffin were several tricycles, on which were seated my mother, aunt, sister-in-law and other female relatives. Grandpa's coffin has been placed on the eighteen arranged poles, and a classically decorated, gorgeous and elegant coffin cover has been buckled.