Natural disaster-like ancient dragons appeared frequently, the delicious Barbarus was brutally killed, and the velociraptors became laboratory rats. Where did the flying dragons streaking across the sky like comets come from? How should the Alpine Hotel deal with these wonderful monsters?

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In 1800, a dilapidated castle was built into a brand new hotel on a high mountain in the New World. What a wonderful story would happen?

Xiao Rong likes to pick flowers that already have someone. But he happens to be the dream lover of women! So under the resentment of countless men, this scumbag finally got his comeuppance! In many romantic novels, there are always affectionate male supporting roles that are hard to get. The resentment of these male supporting roles gathered together to form the male supporting role system (the system in this article does not sell cuteness or stupidity to gain a sense of presence, but only issues tasks). Male supporting role system: Kick the male protagonist away, and the male supporting role will take the position! So the male supporting role system chose Xiao Rong, an experienced man and public enemy, to help... This article is also known as "The Female Protagonist, Come to the Bowl Quickly", "One Hundred and Eight Ways for the Male Supporting Role to Take the Position", "The Male Protagonist May Have a Secret Love for the Male Supporting Role", and "The Male Supporting Role Reaches the Peak of Life"

Chen Qianmo is a criminal psychologist who uses her micro-expressions to gain insight into her heart.

The rebirth of the rebirth is based on the flashy world, and the abuse of scum and the case is broken, but the army that can’t get rid of the sticky people is the only one.

Externally, he is the strongest soldier, mysterious and powerful.

Leaky side leaks to the internal army: Chen Qianmo, can the pure men kneel on the washboard? Come over with another durian and kneel for your husband to discuss your husband as a wife.

Qianmo: Are you sick…

In a word: pet wife wife king vs. dog-minded dog abuse routine.

A little boy who could scream even when his fingers opened wounds grew into an outstanding ninja after experiencing countless battles and deaths.

In that strange world, Lu Mingfei met many people: Shenzi Jiulang, Bianruo's son from Xianfeng Temple, Miss Yongzhen...

He embarked on the road to return Long Yin, but the day before he set off with Bian Ruozi, he returned to that small room. His little cousin Lu Mingze was fast asleep on the bed beside him. He was sitting on the old-fashioned TV In front of the laptop, on the screen is the Zerg base that is being upgraded.

Everything was like a big dream, but when he touched his waist, he held the handle of Chui Wan's knife and saw the killing point on the back of Lu Mingze's neck...

Stance, rebound, detection, death-killing... these techniques are all familiar to him, what should he do...

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.

Zhou Hexuan returned to the era of the Republic of China.

He couldn’t lead troops to fight, he didn’t understand science and technology, and he didn’t like to be in politics or business, so what else could he do? Alas, copy books and poems to mess around.

Who would have thought that just copying it would become a great writer, and the turbulent current situation pushed Zhou Hexuan forward.

Some people worship him, some people hate him, and some people want to kill him, and they want to get rid of him.

Lin Xiao's train crashes, derailing and transporting thousands of passengers to a dark and eerie world... Where will this eerie and mysterious ghost train take them? A sinister and terrifying monster, sensing humanity's presence, bared its drooling fangs in the darkness... Are you ready? The next person to die... could be you!

Xintiandi, small people, one point is good for their heads, one point is good for their ancestors, three points are good for their fortune, and five points are dissatisfied with their fate. They will eventually rise up and suppress the world. . .