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1 老 Fellow Fellow, Why Do You Still Make Fireballs? Bow CrowEastern Fantasy824k Wordsongoing 546Votes46.4kRecs114.8kFans

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"The old law declined, and the new professional movement spread across the country. Relying on the new law, each province developed different exclusive professions according to the region. The scouts in the Central Plains, the hammer hands in the northwest, the Confucian priesthood in Qilu, and the scattered stars in the south of the Yangtze River Mages, violent knights of Wuling... Only township party members in this province can switch to professions in this province, so it is easy to tell who he is from his profession. " The interrogator stared at Zhang Jue. "Have you ever used magic?" "I am a native of Jiangnan." Zhang Jue smiled. "But you can still pray through the Analects of Confucius!" "My grandma is from Qilu, so of course I am half Qilu." Zhang Jue said seriously. "How do you explain that hammering technique!" "What? Well, I'm actually half from the northwest." Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows. "People from the northwest don't know how to use daggers from the Central Plains!" "Hey! I've been from the Central Plains for a long time." Zhang Jue sighed. "Bang!" The interrogator couldn't bear it and slammed the table and stood up, "You have learned the old method, so what do you say!" "Dignified descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, what does it mean to always learn foreign things? Isn't it surprising that you took the time to become a professional swordsman?" Zhang Jue looked solemn. However, the crime has been pinned on his head. "You still dare to quibble! You are a big evil thief who steals the law!!"

2 冒 Fake Lord Blind WaitWestern Fantasy1.4M Wordsongoing 1.5kVotes96.8kRecs217.8kFans

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Ronan traveled through time and became the scapegoat for the noble young man. At this moment, he was on his way to the southern border on behalf of the emperor who had just insulted the wife of a famous imperial general. Old gods, wights, psychic powers, prosthetics, steam and guns... This is an extraordinary world. Ronan started as a fake lord, gradually opened up wasteland, excavated ruins, and sailed for exploration. Until one day, he climbed up the Tower of Babel. Those old masters hidden in the black mist were all prostrate, trembling and whispering: "The King of Natural Disasters." My name is Ronan, and I am the natural disaster. PS. "Catastrophe Card King" and "Mechanical Alchemist" have similar themes. If you are short of books, you can read two old books worth 300W+.

3 大 Master Tuition Class Gold SealSports3.2M Wordsongoing 908Votes65.8kRecs182.4kFans

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Tens of thousands of players rush to the European arena, just like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. Those with outstanding talents are astonishingly talented, and those who work hard have accumulated a lot of achievements. Football is a talent-based sport. Urban talent comes to the provincial stage and pales in comparison! Provincial talents come to the national and even world stage, but they are also lackluster! Every mountain is as high as a mountain. True to the saying, genius is just the threshold to see me! In 2034, when the five-star red flag fluttered and loud songs filled the stadium, looking at the geniuses wearing red jerseys on the TV and being hailed as the true golden generation of Chinese football, Wei Lai lived in a humble room and acted as a spectator with a look of reluctance and hope in his eyes. After layer upon layer of selection and advancement, efforts gradually widened the gap, and the upper limit of talent played a crucial role. As an eliminated person, Wei Lai returned to the place where his dream began, and this time, talent is no longer exclusive to those geniuses! (PS: The original title of the book is "Midfield Master Simulator")

4 暗 Dark Ruins Dawn Maple Leaf RainforestSci-Fi1.3M Wordscompleted 68Votes26.9kRecs56kFans

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The world is sick, very sick. Various shadows that people are familiar with, whether the shadow between fingers, the figure under the street lamp, the dark shadow in the pavilion, or the shadow in the cave, will produce a kind of strange fog that can distort people. The night is no longer gentle, zombies are rampant, and evil monsters are everywhere in the ruins. The remaining human beings were cut into isolated islands and survived hiding within high walls. ... When Zhuang Ao woke up, he found that he was the only human being who could control the mist. So he explored the ruins, built trade lines, maintained the sparks of hope everywhere, and tried to change everything and rebuild human civilization. But he also faces the strictest order in the food chain, faces the evil intentions of the chaebols, faces the same kind of swords and guns, faces the disaster of corpse tide, and even faces the evil intentions from the world. "If the world is sick, let it have a fever." Zhuang Jiao lit a bunch of firewood and burned the entire night.

5 山 Records of Mountains and Seas LuoshuiCultivation1.2M Wordsongoing 48Votes76.2kRecs152.2kFans

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In the declining Wild Witch Clan, a young man quietly inherited the long-lost Zhu You Forbidden Curse, joined the Jin Dynasty family, and stirred up the chaos in the Eight Wildernesses. Stab a straw man, curse the opponent to death, the golden cicada sheds its shell, and kills the immortal with a flying knife. Buddhism and Taoism are fighting each other, aristocratic families are fighting secretly, sects are fighting fiercely, and various tribes are dominating. (The poems in this book are all original) Introduction to the Wenqing Edition: Life is so lonely, and on such a lonely road, the lonely you and I intersect with each other. From then on, one person's footsteps had another person's voice.