A transmigrator named Zhou Liu arrives in the world of cultivation on Saturday, with only the sixth level of Qi Refining. To protect himself, he targets the future powerful figure Han Li, cleverly approaching him and becoming his companion. The two lie low in the Luo Yun Sect's herb garden, and Zhou Liu, using his precognitive advantage, skillfully navigates the situation, witnessing Han Li's secret schemes and embarking on an extraordinary cultivation journey.
A derivative work of Paradise, trying to wake up the sick mosquito. One year, a large-scale epidemic swept the Blue Star, causing the planet's population base to plummet, and coincidentally, the same thing happened in multiple dimensions at the same time. In the same year, in order to cope with the sudden influx of a large number of people, the neutral Void Tree activated the emergency regulation No. 19566: "Reserve Combat Force Realm" (real world). When the "observed units" enter the Paradise camp in advance and in large numbers during non-wartime, each Paradise camp can arrange for the "observed units" to enter directly or temporarily according to their own situation. The "observed persons" who are temporarily suspended must be arranged by the Paradise.
Bureau 749, do you want to know the secrets that belong to it?
Resurrection of the dead?
Vampire zombies?
Duplicants?
All of this will be revealed here.
Reborn in the world of Shade of Heaven, he became the prince of heaven who had the best talent and bloodline in the world, but died early. He had the same unparalleled talent and the same miserable fate. Since...
Set in early 1949, the Siheyuan is 17 years before the original drama begins. The older generation is in their prime, and the new generation is still growing. The story begins with a heavy snowfall...
[No malice] + [Single female lead] + [Daily life]
This is the first time the author has written a book, please be gentle with your criticism, thank you (^_^)ノ
I wrote this book purely out of love, and then some more abstract imagination, and the back of Red and Yellow picking up tea at the end was a bit too desolate, I wanted to redeem these regrets, so I wrote it. However, the author is not good at Chinese, so please forgive me for the poor writing. Thank you. The protagonist is Frisk, and the time travel is just Frisk's feeling that he traveled through time, not really through time. After all, he played more than 2,000 peace lines, so his memory is a bit abnormal, which is normal.
Little Leiyin Sanzang chants anti-poems, and the white dragon in Yingchoujian delivers a false letter? The monsters in Lion Camel Ridge are vying for the throne, and Tang Sanzang generously talks about his long-cherished wish? What will happen to the Westward Journey if Tang Sanzang becomes stronger by recruiting disciples along the way? Sun Wukong: Step on Leiyin, destroy Lingshan, if I never come back, then I never come back! Zhu Bajie: Tathagata is a monk, and my master is also a monk. He can be the Buddha, so why can't my master? I will kill my way to the West and take the throne for my master! Sha Seng: It's a pity that my sister Bai Gu is a girl, otherwise I will definitely become brothers with you. Tang Sanzang: I am the Divine Emperor Sanzang, the Supreme Buddha of Lingshan, whose wisdom and merits shine upon all three realms!
Traveling to the world of Dynasty Warriors, what am I so special is a small soldier?
I am not convinced!
Of course, although I am a small soldier, I have the strongest father-in-law of the Three Kingdoms, and a very beautiful and “tiger” fiancee Lu Lingqi. Have you ever seen a small soldier with a force of over 100?
Prosecutor An Daoxian, the son of the Minister of Justice, thought that life was a road to power paved with flowers. Until that night, when he woke up from a hangover with a mysterious beauty. [Future Vision·Trigger] [Touch the Poster]: See the last desperate moments of actress Choi Sulli at home. [Shake Hands with Politicians]: Flashback to the scene where he was disgraced by the scandal and bowed in front of the camera to step down. [Touch the Chaebol Files]: See the huge business empire fall apart in the future, and blood flowed like a river. When the girl known as the "human peach" was about to wither, An Daoxian tore up the prosecutor's cold code. From then on, the peninsula had an additional "Yan Luo" who made all the powerful tremble. "I, An Daoxian, am not only a prosecutor who enforces justice, but also an observer who corrects fate."
Futaba Teiming, a mere ordinary book, was forced to shoulder the heavy responsibility of upholding the cultural heritage and saving the world. Meanwhile, this literary giant, transformed into a psychic, found himself in a patchwork world dominated by blood and fire. The literary world was barren, the flowers of literature withered, and even a single seedling could not be pulled out of the vast fields. Looking at his overflowing bookshelves of classics from otherworldly worlds, Futaba Teiming rolled up his sleeves and struck out on his own, exploring the corners of various houses. Here, he picked up a retired Tounosuke, there, a newly minted gravity user, and even loosened the soil for an amnesiac French beauty stranded in Yokohama, ready to dig into his own vegetable garden. Here, he brainwashed the most powerful Rokugan about the benefits of a job change, while there, he recommended Human Observation to the world's number one detective. Mr. Akagi, if you're passing by, please stay. I see you have extraordinary talent. Please be sure to take advantage of my hundred tips on writing and controlling your emotions. Hey, friends, have you read "Rashomon"? Have you heard of "No Longer Human"? My house is large and full of books; I guarantee everyone will agree. If supernatural powers can't save the world, then join me in literature. ...And then—that was the golden age of literature, a time of radiant splendor, a time of yearning and yearning for countless generations to come. It was a literary world teeming with genius, a world brimming with stars, where ideas collided through writers' pens, illuminating the eternal night. It was a desolate, dry, and shattered world, ultimately saved by literature. Notes: 1. Saving is difficult, no knife, no glass, no pain, just a sweet treat. 2. Please do not mention other articles below this one, and please do not mention my articles below other articles. Thank you for your cooperation. 3. Updates will be made before 9 PM every night. If something comes up, I will ask for leave in the comments section or with a leave request.