"Well, just make do with it..."
Feng Ling was reborn in an old body in the Ghost Continent. This old man was very powerful in his lifetime, but Feng Ling was in tears. Fortunately, he had the art of splitting himself into two bodies... It doesn't matter if he is old or sarcastic!
"Ningshuang, wait for me! Yuqing, follow me!"
A white skirt fluttered in the distance as an elderly man kicked away the bruised and battered pretty boy and walked away calmly. A woman in green lingered to finish off the opponent, winking and saying, "Young man, don't look down on the elderly!"
PS: A general's success is built on the sacrifice of countless lives; in the end, everything seems like a dream. Immortals and demons, who is right and who is wrong? I have no intention of killing anyone, but the human heart is treacherous, even more sinister than demons and monsters. All living beings suffer, and it is up to me to save the world...
(Written in detail in the early stage, calmly farming; written briefly in the later stage, stirring up the storm)
Ji Tong just chose the safest way to practice. He was a little bit sloppy and developed a little secretly...
These people have to force him out!
Then let’s fight!
"Show your strongest momentum and shout our slogan!"
"Open the door and let go, senior brother!"
I, Bai Bin, traveled to another world and activated an immature justice system.
As long as you speak justice, you can gain justice points and increase your spell level!
From then on, the first righteous (xu) righteous (wei) pastor in mainland China was born!
"Lilith, although you are a succubus, have tattoos, and drink alcohol, I know you are a good girl."
Lilith: Is this why you transformed me, a succubus, into a saint of light?
"Weier, you are simple, lovely, rich, and have a prominent family background. You don't care about the disparity in status between us. What else can I say? For you, I would rather be bound by money, trapped in a mansion, and corrupted by wealth! "
Wei'er: I'm short of money, dear, who am I if I'm rich?
"Helen, what I like is the banshee king sitting high on the Siren Throne, not the little maid kneeling in front of me, massaging and beating her legs!"
Helen: You just want to see me massage you in uniform!
"Madam Lord, I just want to give Ting En a complete home!"
Lord's wife: But we are sworn siblings, you can't...at least you shouldn't...
"Your Majesty the Pope, you don't want your true identity to be known to others, right?"
The Pope: My personal bishop, please calm down!
In the first year of the Xinhuo calendar, a large-scale supernatural recovery occurred around the world.
In the second year of the Xinhuo calendar, Jingguisi was established and began to contain supernatural beings on a large scale.
Three years after Xinhuo Calendar, Xun Xi traveled to this world full of despair. However, what was in front of him was a diary written by himself before his death, claiming to be the future himself.
The diary foretells his future death.
In other words, every line and sentence in the diary is his final work.
And it will be updated!
"Others who have traveled through time are all the proud sons of God, and opportunities will follow them wherever they go. Why am I the only one who dies wherever I go? I am just like a rebellious son of God, a version of an orphan."
"unfair!"
“Sanye, do you know that you are like a book. Every time I see you I want to … sleep.”
After some hesitation, Xin Ai finally decided to approach Jian Sanye, who was famous for his power. She tried hard to make him happy, justify thousands of ways, sacrifice self-esteem and dignity, with the main goal to find her missing sister.
Three months later, the man threw a check in front of her, “I’m tired.”
Xin Ai stood up with her innocent body without a single strand, smiled wryly and said, “Alright, I’ll go as far away from you as possible.”
When they met again, Xin Ai closed her eyes to Jian Sanye’s presence, it made the man angrily push her against the wall, “We’ve slept together a few times. Is it so easy to forget me?”
Xin Ai smiled so sweetly and teasingly, putting her hand on the shoulder of the man, “Sorry, I have slept with quite a few men, sometimes I can’t remember it even happening. If I may know, what’s your name, sir?”
“Just watch, I’ll make you remember who I am.”
A female swordswoman just passed by with her sword above your head, and you looked up.
Seeing the female sword fairy slaying the demonic dragon in the endless East China Sea a hundred years ago is the happiest thing in the world. You feel something in your heart and gather the fruits of the years to [slay the dragon].
An old beggar just passed by you and you glanced at him.
Seeing that the gate of heaven was closed when the old beggar knocked on it with a dog-beating stick three hundred years ago, making all the gods in the sky laugh, you gathered the Taoist fruits of the years to [beat the gods].
Just now a scholar asked you for a sip of wine, and you squinted at him.
Observe the scholar who read the sword at night five hundred years ago. One person had a sword and a white shirt. On the battlefield at the border, the heads of foreigners were killed, and the anger swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. You condensed the Taoist fruit of the years [the majesty lasts forever].
…
Peace and happiness come through time, this world is chaotic, and life is as thin as paper.
Fortunately, Anle can see the highlights, sorrow and anger, or helpless past events in others, and then condense them into the fruits of the years to bless his own body.
Young people practice, refine their gods, and accumulate Tao fruits.
Knock on the door of practice calmly and become a saint silently.
Jiang Ruohua, the legitimate daughter of the Jiang family in the Duke's Mansion, recently had a dream. In the dream, she forced herself to pursue perfection, but her end was very miserable.
Her fiancé, King Ying, was in love with someone else. She gave in step by step for the sake of the reputation of the Quantian family and the Jiang family, but in exchange for the consequences, she and her family did not end well.
I thought it was just a nightmare, but I didn't expect the scenes in the dream to appear one after another. If it was true, then she would kick this scumbag out of respect!
As soon as the engagement was cancelled, and the perfect life of peace and harmony was just around the corner, she didn't expect her ex-fiancé to suddenly come to her door.
"...Woman, don't even think about canceling your engagement!"
[Ah ah ah, is this the heroine? This is not eight hundred times more beautiful than that skeleton named Zhao! Wife! I want her to be my wife! 】
In addition to the words that were always cold and arrogant, Jiang Ruohua felt that she heard some other unsatisfactory voices.
Dressed up to attend the palace banquet, the ex-fiancé snorted: "Humph, it's nothing more than that!"
【Hello directly from me! marry! System: I don’t want to do the task anymore. I want a wife! 】
As the disaster spread, refugees fled to Beijing. When she was giving porridge in Beijing, her ex-fiancé said something bad to her: "Just pretending to be compassionate!"
【I'm anxious! How could I let my 37-degree mouth say such cold words to my kind-hearted and beautiful wife! The plot is already set at grandma’s house, why should I follow the plot! I will fight you for the system! 】
Jiang Ruohua thought, what did she get out of breaking off the engagement? Why is there a duplicitous idiot next to Hao Duanduan? Annoying!
1v1 double clean, domineering and sinister reborn female protagonist x arrogant and stupid male protagonist who wears a book
During the summer vacation when his parents left, Lu Mingfei made a wish to Meteor: "I want my parents to be with me."
The next day, the news reported that a meteor had fallen in the Pacific Ocean.
On the third day, there were no long-tailed Saiyans who could turn into gorillas on the earth, no Ultraman showing up to beat up little monsters, and no biohazard caused by alien viruses. There was only a strange uncle who moved next door.
This uncle is a middle-schooler. He often says that he is looking for a suitable heir to the throne, and for some reason he has set his sights on the poor, weak and edible Lu Mingfei:
"Mingfei, come be my son!"
What? You say cultivating immortality requires patience and hiding? Nonsense! Hide your head for what? If you're still timid while cultivating immortality, then forget it—go home and take care of your kids instead.
No frustration, no tortured protagonist, no forced suppression of cultivation. Do as you please—that’s what cultivation should be!
Everyone's already tired from work and school. If reading a novel still requires mental gymnastics, that’s just masochism. That’s why this book is all about simplicity and raw power
[Slow-paced + Ensemble Cast Elements + Growth + No Cheats]
Ji Nian is an ordinary office worker, spending Monday to Friday repeating the same daily grind and sleeping in his dorm on weekends—a seven-day cycle that plays on endless repeat. Everything stays the same until a newly hired assistant disrupts this monotonous loop.
The assistant is a very beautiful girl. She takes him hiking up mountains, to see the sea, to amusement parks, and to do many things he’s never experienced before... But for some reason, even though these are all things he’s never done before, Ji Nian feels an inexplicable sense of familiarity—almost as if he’s done them not just once, but many times!
Until that day, when he’s driving alone through the silence...