A young man lived in a world of vast mountains and vast seas, a world where immortality flourished and prospered. Ancient magical powers coexisted with brand-new immortality, and all races sought a new path together. In this turbulent era, the young man longed for love and pursued beautiful women, until he finally realized that he was always alone. After a profound enlightenment, the young man wielded his sword of wisdom, severed his nine hundred and ninety-nine ties, and moved forward with grace. That day, plum blossoms bloomed like snow, and the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" appeared. Then, the young man discovered that he had more than nine hundred and ninety-nine ties... Follow Mianbao on Weibo at http://t.qq.com/fmianbao and email [email protected]. Everyone is welcome.

Once the gears of fate begin to turn, love and hate intertwine into an impenetrable net. Turning to Ashoka's "The One I Loved Most Was the Murderer," the male and female protagonists embark on a perilous and fraught journey to uncover the truth behind the unexpected death of the male protagonist's wife.

COVID-19, disease, hardship, misfortune, workplace struggles, love and hate, life and death… They persevered through countless difficulties, and they embraced new life amidst despair. This book celebrates the steadfastness and devotion of love, showcases the resilience and brilliance of humanity, and takes you deep into the labyrinth of human nature to explore the true meaning of love and redemption.

In this battle between love and sin, can they uncover the truth? The book features both thrilling mystery and delicate, moving emotions; it depicts a love story that transcends life and death, and also reveals the ugliness and justice of the world.

What do you do if you transmigrate into a vicious female character and have a beast slave who hates you to the core?

No worries, Jiang Cha beckoned and tamed the mad beast into a domesticated animal.

I just accidentally went too far with the scolding.

The fierce and volatile leopard warrior lowered his proud head, begging for her mercy: "Jiang Cha, say you like me..."

The sickly titmouse, her eyes red, spoke with a mixture of restraint and madness: "Chacha, lying to me will come at a price."

The aloof mermaid priest broke the taboo for her, his peach blossom eyes dark and unfathomable: "You wretched female, always seducing me..."

The sinister and cold-blooded snake clan leader sheathed his fangs and declared his dominance: "I am yours..."

And then there was that usually taciturn, strongest being of the mysterious beast-like continent, now completely lost his composure, his eyes bloodshot: "I am willing to become the most loyal blade in your hand."

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