Ming Ying's Reading List 冥英的书单

4 我 I Am the Pacific 我就是太平洋 Dare to Act敢为Urban3.8M WordsCompleted I've hauled in nets, sorted fish, and even sounded the ship's horn. A fisherman who can't cook isn't a good beast tamer. I'm Tang Hai, and I season myself with a pinch of salt. 0Votes188.1kRecs163.5kFans

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They've hauled nets, divided fish, and even sounded the whistle. A fisherman who can't cook isn't a good animal trainer. I am Tang Hai, and I feed myself a bag of salt.

8 星 Interstellar Great Painter 星际大画师 Listening to Rain on an Autumn Night秋夜听雨Space Sci-Fi1.2M WordsCompleted Who says saving people requires medicine? I save people with paintings! Who says killing people requires guns? I kill people with paintings! An interstellar master painter, leading the counterattack of galactic civilization. 0Votes154.4kRecs28.9kFans

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My new book, "I Created Worlds Across the Myriad Realms," is now available. I have 130,000 words in drafts. Please subscribe and vote! Who says you need medicine to save lives? I save lives with my paintings! Who says you have to use a gun to kill? I kill with my paintings! Interstellar Master Artist: The Counterattack of Galactic Civilization.

9 神 Mythical Version of Three Kingdom 神话版三国 Grave Dirt and Wild Grass坟土荒草Historical24.9M WordsOngoing Chen Xi watched a soldier toss aside a boulder weighing hundreds of pounds and stared speechlessly at the heavens. Is this really the late Eastern Han? Lu Bu single-handedly tore through an army of ten thousand. There’s no way that’s scientifically possible. Zhao Zilong really seems to have a dragon’s soul possessing him. He split a mountain with one sword. Is he even human? Dian Wei protected Cao Cao by himself as they fought their way out of the enemy camp, casually slaughtering thousands of e 1.8kVotes11.8MRecs2.8MFans

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Chen Xi looked at the soldier who had thrown a boulder weighing several hundred pounds away, speechless as he gazed at the heavens. Was this really the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty? It seems illogical that Lü Bu single-handedly broke through an army of ten thousand. Zhao Zilong is truly possessed by the dragon spirit; he can cleave mountains with a single sword strike. Is this really a human? Dian Wei single-handedly protected Cao Cao as they fought their way out of the enemy camp, casually slaughtering thousands of enemy infantry and cavalry. His combat prowess was off the charts! Something's not right here, is it? Chen Xi casually picked up a goose feather fan and waved it, creating a strong wind. He sighed, "This is a myth, isn't it? Even I'm not normal." P. S.: Actually, this is a serious farming/development story... QQ Group: 476971307 (The old group is gone, this is the new one) Full subscription verification group: 949176942 Soy sauce group: 397441818 (almost full) Group 2: 418928396 (Almost full) Group 3: 188981452 (This one also crashed before, so we've replaced it with a new one). Group 5: 850567843 (The previous one was taken down, a new one has been created)

11 在 I Am a Sage 在下圣人 Prayer and Oath祈言誓约Eastern Fantasy572k WordsOngoing On a mountain cliff, a towering luminous tree with an enormous canopy drew nourishment from the world, sustaining a golden fetus curled within its heart. A massive bear, like a shadow, lay snoring beside its roots. A black cat with three eyes and a white face swung from a branch by its tail. A scholarly young man wiped his sweat as he tinkered with a giant steam-belching machine. Luo Wen lounged lazily beneath the tree, squinting up at the night sky. His six-year-old incarnation was a little bal 0Votes68.2kRecs38.7kFans

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On the cliff, a giant, glowing tree with a massive canopy is drawing nourishment from the world, nurturing a golden fetus curled up in its heart. A giant bear, like a shadow, lay snoring beside a tree root; a black cat with three eyes and a white face swung on a branch with its tail; and a scholarly-looking young man wiped his sweat while fiddling with a huge machine that spewed steam. Rowan lay lazily under the tree, squinting at the night sky. His six-year-old incarnation is a little bald boy being chased by a group of crazed monks who want to worship him. His sixteen-year-old self is incredibly charming, leading countless goddesses on a night run. His twenty-year-old incarnation is excessively powerful, and he is performing the role of the Deep-Fried Ghost Emperor in front of all the gods and Buddhas. "All beings are disciples, and I am an incarnation everywhere. I am the saint, and I will pay you."