A Bit of Everything 乱七八糟，啥都有

2 太 The Peace Order 太平令 Yan ZK阎ZKEastern Fantasy3.3M WordsCompleted The land has been in turmoil for more than three hundred years. Music and dance never cease in the Central Plains, foreign tribes sharpen their weapons and prepare for war, sword immortals roam the martial world, and famed generals hold the four corners of the realm in check. With five years left until all-under-heaven descends into chaos, young Apothecary Li Guanyi kills a man on a rainy night. At last, he opens his eyes and sees this chaotic human world. Beneath horses' hooves lie heaps of bon 38Votes561.2kRecs2.6MFans

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The world has been in turmoil for over three hundred years. Songs and dances never cease in the Central Plains, while foreign tribes prepare for war, sword immortals roam freely in the martial world, and famous generals suppress all directions. Five years before the world descends into chaos, the young pharmacist Li Guan commits murder on a rainy night. Finally, I opened my eyes and saw this chaotic world. Beneath the hooves of horses lie countless white bones, famous generals, beauties, martial arts world, divine weapons, common people, and Buddhist figures. Throughout history, all that has been seen are white bones and yellow sand fields! Scholars, crushed by iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by spears! I, Li Guanyi, beg this world to die!

3 妖EN Yokai Tea Party 妖怪茶话会 Yun Miao Xian云渺仙Mystery & Supernatural12.3M WordsOngoing Reclining in a chair, Xiao Xiao rests one hand against his forehead, his eyes half open and half closed. Overhead, crisscrossing branches block the dazzling sunlight. White plum blossoms gleam like crystal, their cool fragrance crisp and clear. A plain sleeve hangs down. From the parasol tree on the other side of the courtyard, “chirp-chirp” and “whimper-whimper” sounds occasionally ring out softly. Now and then, they are mixed with “cackle-cackle” cries, like a young child’s laughter, ye 0Votes87.7kRecs91.1kFans

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On the recliner, Xiao Xiao rested his hand on his forehead, his eyes half-open and half-closed. The branches above stretched out, blocking the overly bright sunlight. The white plum blossoms are translucent, with a cool and refreshing fragrance. A section of plain sleeve hung down. Occasionally, soft chirping sounds could be heard from the sycamore trees on the other side of the courtyard. Occasionally, there are also "giggle" sounds, like the laughter of a child, but with an inexplicable eeriness. The soft touch on his face made him smile. In his drowsy state, he thought: the courtyard has become so lively without me even realizing it. We can have a tea party now.