A traversing male warrior with a mysterious pattern on his left arm, who loves to spit out; a cute girl with big breasts who doesn’t know where the master has gone; a pair of strange and unreliable combinations that always make people feel unreasonable; and another who seems to be a joke , In fact, is a super strong dad full of mysteries.

Such a group of people formed a huge team, swearing ambitiously to penetrate the dungeon…

TI9, at home, Votegaming was badly beaten by Secret in the final!

Ning Wu, a game enthusiast, was very angry. What a shitty lineup. The useless Yang Leather Shoes gave away everything. The Rejector gave away everything at the critical moment. Lina chose ORI again. Fade and Dy, you two should give away more!

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I can see the situation so clearly, but these pro players can't see it! Key up!

The journey of account control by Han Feng, a fanatical local enthusiast!

[Grassland Regiment] Top trumpeter Han Feng was unexpectedly reborn, awakened the trumpet control system, and could use his consciousness to control thousands of troops to fight anytime and anywhere.

"Don't ask me how much I can control, as long as I can beat you!"

"I'm sorry, I never fight alone, I only fight in groups!"

"Is it amazing to be so red? I'll kill you with my numbers!"

From then on, a top mercenary group [Maple Organization] was born, but no one knows who is behind it all!

This is a fanfiction for the Digimon Ghost game. It makes up for the regret of the Ghost game ending being so bad!

As long as there are people who are willing to believe and support me, I will lead you into this brand new world... (Please forgive me if there are any shortcomings. My writing skills are limited, so please don't criticize me if you don't like it!)

You have your indescribable things, and I have my own jokes.

In the steam civilization surrounded by various ancient gods and other gods, ordinary people will be twisted and crazy as soon as they come into contact with those ancient knowledge.

Liu Yonglu, a young crosstalk actor from Tianjin, came through. In front of the old gods of his clan, he was calm and composed, and he picked up the clappers at hand and muttered something.

"The bamboo clappers are hitting like this, let's not talk about anything else, let's talk about how much Cthulhu is doing."

"What is a deep diver? Which one is Migo? From the abyss, how terrifying, you listen to his nonsense!"

"Yellow King Hastur, there are quite a lot of believers, growing claws and tentacles, are you going to block me at the door?"

"If you let him in, I really won't hide, just go ahead with the summoning ceremony, we won't indulge him!"

You want me to lose SAN? Practice for a few hundred million years.

There are a lot of crosstalk jokes, welcome to comment.

My name was Yuan Junyao, a name my grandmother gave me, meaning “beautiful jade”, although I was not beautiful at all. Actually I was ugly.

I was told that I grew tumours on my face since I wasn’t even 3 months old. My parents had me examined in hospital and the doctor said it was a fibroma and it was benign. It couldn’t kill me but I couldn’t get rid of it because if I did, it may develop to be fatal. My father divorced my mother for this, and not long after, my mother died.

To make a living, I had to do three jobs.

One day I messed with the wrong people and they had my younger brother have a car accident and become a vegetable, and I also lost all my jobs because of it.

I tried to find a new job and happened to know about live streaming. I clicked on it and a man was live streaming in an old ghost-haunted house. The ambience was terrifying.

I followed him online and he didn’t see a real ghost even by the end of the stream. But the ambience was so real it spooked the audience. So he had many watchers who sent him lots of gifts while they watched. I was a little inspired by the idea. Nobody wanted to see the face of the host of a ghost live streaming, which suited me very well…

Because of the fight for the magic treasure, the time traveler, the demon cultivator Logan, was beaten to death, but he was reborn in the wizard world with the magic treasure "Origin Pearl", and became a humble horse slave.

The wizard world has weak spiritual energy, but fortunately Logan has the origin magic pearl.

Magic Pearl: Only by sacrificing the origin of living things can you exchange for the inheritance of the previous life's magic sect- weak spiritual energy?

Then use the evil spirit as nourishment! Practice the art of attracting evil spirits and nourish my demon body.

The means of protecting the way require spiritual energy? Then refine the ghouls to protect me!

The undead wizard in front, don't leave, enter my Ten Thousand Souls Banner for a chat!

Watch Logan use the materials and rules of the wizard world as firewood to ignite the fire of magic:

corpse refining + undead = soul-binding battle puppet

magic array + barrier science = soul-devouring magic net

poison pill + alchemy = rule poison

PS: male protagonist setting: decisive and forbearing, not forcing virginity, no female protagonist, use and kill

Qiao Xia, as TVE’s new entertainment reporter, had a good timing. She accidentally filmed her female cousin and her own fiancee’s scandal. And after one misfortune, a second misfortune got added ! When fighting helplessly alone, Qiao Xia, the pure and innocent little white rabbit, suddenly met the charming and arrogant male god – TVE’s crown prince Mu Liang.

Male God: Marry me.

Male God: I have a house, a car, a good looks, and also an unparalleled IQ. Where will you find such a good man?

Male god: My IQ is 130. Marry me, and you will never be defeated !

Qiao Xia: …So I’m afraid that means you’re not a fool ?

But when she fell in love with the male god and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, the male god retracted…

Anrgy Qiao Xia : What kind of male god are you, you simply are a scumbag!

Male God: Alright, since you want to get married, I will be a bit unfair to you and marry you.

What Qiao Xia didn’t know was that the male god had kept her in his heart for more than ten years.

“I am your cloud, on which you can stand for the rest of your life, with which do whatever you want, on which you can watch the world’s scenery. Even if you fall, it will fall on me. I will stay with you even in danger.”