Some Books with Good Writing and Good Plots Have Some Good Writing

Old man: "You want revenge?" Young man: "I have been repeatedly insulted by strong men and treated as trash by my master. How could I not want to take revenge?" The old man touched the young man's head and sighed: "Good boy, let me teach you the skills." The young man was shocked: "Senior! How can this be done?" The old man stretched out his hand: "Give me your phone." The young man looked at the changes on his phone and said in shock: "Senior! Where does this century-old skill come from?" The old man smiled slightly: "Good boy, this is your backup skill in heaven. You can use it whenever you need it urgently in the future. Don't be insulted again." The young man frowned: "Isn't this a magic loan? I'm afraid..." The old man: "Heaven is a big platform. New users can borrow a century-old skill without interest for 30 days. The daily interest rate is as low as half a day's skill, which is more than a week for you." ... Zhang Yu snorted coldly and turned off the advertisement above.

When Wang He was born, it rained all night outside the window. My father said he dreamed of a white dragon, and my mother said she dreamed of a black dragon. The king and himself dreamed of two dragons fighting to the death. Xuanhuang's blood spread all over the sky and the world. But he couldn't speak and could only blink twice. ... When Wang He was nine years old, he liked a little lamb at home very much. One day while playing, an eagle swooped down from the sky and snatched the lamb away. The eagle flew very high, and Wang He shed tears sadly. At this time, a streak of thunder actually flashed through the clear sky. The eagle was knocked down with a bang. ... When Wang He was sixteen years old, a strange old man gave him a Heart Sutra. It was filled with names he didn't recognize: Lu Dongbin? Han Xiangzi? Zhang Daoling? Wang Chongyang? Zhang Sanfeng? The old man said: Practice well and the world is on your shoulders!

It is said that besides the twelve months, there is a thirteenth month. It's mysterious and strange there, but you are like a feather. Looking around the world in all directions, everything you see is... Ghosts and gods.

As soon as Li Ban passed through the mysterious laboratory, he was entrusted with an important task and entered the virtual witch world. However, during the exploration mission, Li Ban became more and more confused. He entered the world of witchcraft, from the smallest plants and trees to the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, everything was vivid and real, without any confusion. The hierarchy here is strict, with the strong flying into the sky and escaping to the ground, while the weak are exposed in the wilderness. Those with "identity" can gain spiritual cultivation and have outstanding martial arts; those who integrate "elements" can gain powerful abilities and extraordinary magic skills. When I returned to the laboratory, I was trapped in one place, cramped and claustrophobic, unable to go out, and filled with many secrets. Colleagues were silent and hesitated to speak, but the person in charge valued them, but spoke with tact. Everything and everyone serves the mysterious mission of the virtual world. Li Ban went back and forth several times, and it became increasingly difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. The virtual witch world, with its various appearances of all living beings, does not look fake; the real laboratory, mysterious and unpredictable... But may not be real!

The head of the ancient Buddha was stolen by a monster with a sheep's head, and a strange ghost buried an eye in the Buddhist temple. From then on, the fire in the world was extinguished, and darkness enveloped the continent. In order to fight against the invasion of the White Walkers, the wandering gods of day and night were born in heaven and earth. This is a play that has been dictated by storytellers for generations. What is the truth about the ancient Buddha, the strange ghosts, and the wandering gods of the day and night in the past continent? Perhaps, clues can be found from a theater troupe called "Zhou Family Troupe". Zhou's class, It's a troupe that sings for the dead...

Ye Wufeng could not figure it out until his death. How did they know that they could really destroy the world? So he is alive again. Well, secretly. (This is a secret feeling~)

Heaven has no relatives, and does not share the same worries as the world. The silence of the setting moon, the rising sun, the stars, the mountains, the rivers and the sea has lasted forever, and has long been accustomed to all living beings. The same is true for Gu Zhuoben. Until one day. All things speak to him alone.