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Immortal chivalry
I'm the only one without ...
Author: Riding the Boat and Traveling
BWhat? I've traveled? But without a golden finger? Then how am I supposed to survive in the world of immortal cultivation where I can move mountains and seas and fly with a sword? Don't hurt my son! It doesn't matter! My elder brother is the god of swords, he will strike! My second sister, the Sage of the Clan, will never let go of anyone who bullies me! My parents are respectively Immortal and Demon Ancestors, who dares to touch me! My name is Chen Siyu, a wearer without a golden finger......
Words And Feelings
Knight-Errant
genre of folk song with a...
Author: lit. a crouching dragon
BA round of bright moon hanging high in the sky, the cold moonlight shines on a lonely green mound. A twenty-three or twenty-four year old boy in green, lonely and slowly walking, until the front of the green mound, staring at a period of time, suddenly lifted up his long shirt, to the green mound respectfully three times, feeding whispered: "Old-timer benevolence and virtue factory was, surprisingly...
Fantasy (fiction)
mental or spiritual culti...
Author: nine-hole
BA robot in the future world has accidentally obtained a strange stone and developed spiritual intelligence. By chance, he was transported to the other world through a space channel, and was taken by a group of mortals as a god's messenger in an unclear manner. In order to survive, he uses the power of his weak faith to devour the soul of a tiger demon and refine the body of a dragon to become a human being. But this is just the beginning. In the cruel world of fantasy, in the world of cultivation, let's see how the protagonist can be as cold as he is sensible, and as simple as he is lovely......
Fantastical
lit. devils' path travels...
Author: Yurei
BA deadly struggle between the devil and the Tao, a sentimental struggle between love and hate....
Metropolis
save a life...
Author: the radiance of spring
BLife is a life, grass and trees in the autumn. When I was a child, on the summer night of the bright moon, my mother used to tell me the story that frightened my sisters-in-law. Years ago, in the wheat days, they were most afraid to go to Nansunzhuang to cut wheat. Nansunzhuang is just the name of a piece of land, and the only thing that proves that it was once a village is an old well. The only proof that it was once a village was an old well, in which people had been pushed in. They were shot first and then pushed into the well. Two......