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He is the embodiment of justice!
He is the messenger of light!
He is the king of the dancing city!
He is ~MC Da Zhuang~ Zhuang~ Zhuang!!!
The Ganges gave birth to the magical India. No matter how magical things are, they are so common in the magical India!
The stars fell and everything was destroyed.
This is the moment when the alien dimension arrives.
Surviving in troubled times, seeking glory in prosperous ones.
The Great Yan Kingdom, standing for a thousand years and enduring countless changes, now totters precariously. Zhao Changkong, the heir of Marquis Dingwu, is left behind in the capital, deeply mired in difficulties with slim chances of survival. He battles through thorns and thistles, finally earning a glimmer of hope...
His brushstrokes startle the wind and rain, his poems make ghosts weep! His sword's shadow moves like a soaring swan, his spirit engulfs mountains and rivers! He revives lost ancient wisdom for the sages and brings peace to the Nine Continents!
...Years later, he stands firm, treading yin and yang to determine the universe, forever and always, he is the most revered. In this world, he alone reigns supreme.
God: "This world is too boring, I want to make the world full of "love", fight the chosen humans!"
Meng Xiang: "You are so idle, why do you want to torment us?"
J20: "I want to win for the young master!"
WZ10: "Fight for the leader!"
Su47: "Brother, I beat the bad guys away!"
Bismarck class: "The rats who stop the head of state, we will use naval guns to fight against them!"
Meng Xiang: "For the sake of these girls, I won't bother with you!"
Book friends group: 154023176 (thanks to my friend Shengge Dingfei for providing)
Sir, what is cultivating immortality?
Nothing more than promotion.
Upgrading... can I get great freedom?
No, upgrade to the next level and face the great terror.
In this case, why do all living beings cultivate immortality?
The lower ones govern people, the middle ones seek survival, and the upper ones kill the way.
What is Dao Zhan?
The master gently rubbed the boy in green clothes and glanced around the surroundings surrounded by fairy spirit. In the realm that the boy in green clothes couldn't see, this world was filled with vague flesh and blood and evil spirits. The weird roars in his ears were destroying the soul all the time. In the gap in the sky, the external demon poked out its messy and shapeless fingers and claws.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and Fu Sheng looked like a god. Looking at the indescribable tens of thousands of immortals above his head, especially the three most terrifying ones in the middle, his head almost exploded.
My name is Zhang Qinghe, the only true cultivator in this damn world of fake immortal cultivators. I carry my coffin...
(Originally named Agent Yi Leng) Huang Pihu, the cook of Yumei Restaurant, is a greasy and wretched middle-aged uncle who likes drinking, smoking, eating skewers, and often follows female students. No one knows that his true identity is the retired agent Yi Leng, a generation of male god in the hearts of many beautiful women. He hides in the city just to silently protect his daughter who no longer recognizes him.
Transmigration is the total rage of novels nowadays, and if the main character isn’t careful, they get swept up into the bandwagon, so this is a story from another continent. Magic? —— of course the main character won’t know how to use it, but what about knowing how to use electricity? Dou Qi? —— the main character still doesn’t know, but is inner power more strong? Beautiful women? —— of course the main character has them, or else there wouldn’t be anything worth reading in this novel. How many? —— that question’s quite good, if I told you everything, what would you read for?
An ordinary young man in the city came to the mysterious place of Alcatraz because he mistakenly took the wish fruit from a strange world.
Back to the end of Ming Dynasty, he was reduced to a slave.
This emperor, a beggar can do it, a slave can do it, a bandit can do it, but a house slave can’t do it?
A tattered piece of paper, the simplicity of a pen. There's no moving plot here, no dazzling embellishment of flowery vocabulary. Instead, the author seeks to recount the joys and sorrows of life, to express the ordinary and varied aspects of life. And there's also the story of Shi Tian, a grassroots genius of his generation, his journey against the odds, and his poignant love story. Interested readers are welcome to read, offer feedback, and discuss. Let's create a better work together. Thank you!