Synopsis:
If one day,
what used to move your heart could no longer touch you,
what used to enrage you could no longer anger you,
what used to sadden you could no longer bring you to tears,
you will know what these years, this life, has given you,
what you sacrificed, in order to grow.
—Jimmy Liao
A small and fresh day-to-day account. Grassroots gong and chuunibyou shou.
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Bei Cheng Tian Jie, the gays' world.
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The environment was on the verge of collapse because of the war between humans, countries, and ethnic groups.
Haoran, the protagonist, was sent back to the Shang Dynasty 4000 years ago, tasked with the mission of searching for ancient artifacts.
He must find the ten divine artifacts scattered across Divine Land after the world was born: bell, sword, axe, pot, pagoda, qin, cauldron, seal, mirror, and stone, and bring them back to the modern age so this ruined world can be saved. But unexpectedly, Haoran was trapped in a game of chess that the gods were playing, and he sunk into the depravity of love with the last king of the Shang Dynasty.
Yinshang's Son of Heaven, the most stunning fox yao, a country overturned, and tens of thousands of immortals turning into gods.
Could Haoran salvage a hopeless situation? This book will reveal the real cause and end of the Battle of Gods.
As well as the existence of a stranger who came from a world 4000 years later, the one who was never recorded in history.
Synopsis:
The crazy shou Zhan Xing who had ran away from home merely said the words "Little Shifu" before he tied the graverobber gong Lin Jingfeng who suffers from face paralysis onto his chariot.
Then he openly ran over countless ancient tombs.
The cat general at the bottom of the sea, the headless Buddha of Tibet, the thousand-year-old drought fiend of Liuzhou, the suspended coffin corpse of Hunan, the ghost boy of Changbai...
Lin Jingfeng's tragic yet heroic life began then.
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Chi Xiaoduo is a single man who seeks after a high intrinsic quality of a person in love. At the age of twenty-six, his love history was still blank. In his endeavor to increase his experience, he met Xiang Cheng, who had come from the countryside and entered the big city in an awkward situation.
Chi Xiaoduo, a mola fish, was instantly subjugated by his lofty and handsome image and worshiped this man as a male god. After several encounters, he surprisingly discovered that this male god was not only extremely handsome but also had an unknown profession - an exorcist.
Right now, Chi Xiaoduo felt somewhat ruffled by the spring breeze of love.
JJWXC Synopsis:
Phoenixes drifted around the silent mountain ridges with their wings widespread, scattering glittering dust in their wake that spiraled towards the world.
The vastness of the universe flickered in the stars. Lying on the bamboo raft in Chi Xiaoduo's arms, Xiang Cheng, slowly opened his eyes.
"It's called homesickness." Xiang Cheng said. "If you don't see the world, you wouldn't think of returning."
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A torrential downpour engulfed the city. The dark clouds in the sky were densely covered by hordes of yaomos running about in the dark night.
Chen Zhen, holding the steering wheel with one hand, thoughtfully said to Chi Xiaoduo, "The living are merely passing travelers, the dead return to their eternal homes. The heavens and the earth are an inn; for all our grief we inevitably return to dust."
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It's spring once again, the air was filled with a flurry of peach blossoms.
Chi Xiaoduo leaned on Xiang Cheng's chest and looked up at the clear blue sky.
"Frankly," Chi Xiaoduo earnestly said, "it’s not bad to be an exorcist.”
Xiang Cheng gave a genuine smile and said nothing. He held Chi Xiaoduo in his arms, lowered his head, and kissed his hair.
Synopsis:
The crazy shou Zhan Xing who had ran away from home merely said the words "Little Shifu" before he tied the graverobber gong Lin Jingfeng who suffers from face paralysis onto his chariot.
Then he openly ran over countless ancient tombs.
The cat general at the bottom of the sea, the headless Buddha of Tibet, the thousand-year-old drought fiend of Liuzhou, the suspended coffin corpse of Hunan, the ghost boy of Changbai...
Lin Jingfeng's tragic yet heroic life began then.
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The Creator’s compass slowly descends, its point piercing consciousness. The pen tip traced across the vast void.
Tags: Quick transmigration, grand adventure, passionate journey, overpowered protagonist.
The story is told from Yao Guang’s perspective as he interacts with Long Jian Lu.
One-line Summary: Traveling through fantasy worlds.
Theme: Writing is the act of constructing worlds and exploring new realms.
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Wen Tianhe took over the company from his second brother, Wen Tianyue, only to bankrupt on the first day. He tried hard to liquidate his assets to pay off debts as much as he could until he found Prometheus, an AI left by his father, Wen Yuankai and his friend, Guan Zhengping. AI was created from their code and programmed to evolve and grow based on Wen Tianhe’s childhood friend and former lover, Guan Yue.
To keep Prometheus operational, Wen Tianhe had no choice but to seek help from Guan Yue.
This story follows Wen Tianhe as he reunites with Guan Yue, rescues his company, and eventually develops Prometheus into an original creature of AI who can pass Turing test.
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The original meaning in Sichuan dialect is 'the youngest, most pampered son in the family', and it can be extended to mean 'treasure' - parents or elders call children little car or dog, while lovers call each other 'dear'. This is a really boring slice-of-life story with no special background to it about two people in love. A dum shou, dum story, long and draggy, read 'Youngest Son' to pass time, don't think too hard about it
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From the end of the horizon, a phoenix led millions of birds in flight. Behind it, a sky filled with billowing clouds that looked like a sea of flames skimmed over Chang’an. A golden-winged peng perched loftily atop the roof of the Xingqing Palace. In its eyes was reflected the splendor of the common people who lived in this Divine Land. In silence, dynasties rose and fell, and the tides ebbed and flowed.
Li Jinglong dragged along his wound-riddled body. From the palm of his hand, a brilliant light shone as he relentlessly drew closer to Hongjun.
“The living… are merely passing travelers…”
His deep voice resounded through the depths of the world, as the black fog that covered the sky and blanketed the earth receded before that light.
“The dead… return to their eternal homes.”
That light was the blazing sun that illuminated the heavens and the earth. It was the light of the stars that twinkled in the night sky. It was an everlasting Heart Lamp that pierced through the darkness.
“The heavens and the earth are… an inn; for all our grief we inevitably return… to dust.”
Li Jinglong closed his eyes, placing one hand on Hongjun’s forehead. The white light dispersed, illuminating the mountains of corpses and rivers of blood that filled the battlefield. In the shadows cast by the light of that lamp, the memories came: the flamboyant debauchery in Pingkang Li, the parasol tree in the Exorcism Department bathing in the light of the summer sun, the swirling sand and fluttering snow of Saiwai, the clear, spring-like sound of A-Tai’s song, the new green leaves that Mo Rigen and Lu Xu picked, the flying brushstrokes of Qiu Yongsi’s pen, which evolved into immortal verses that graced Li Bai’s cup —
A young nobleman strolled through the Eastern Market of Chang’an,
Enjoying the breeze as he rode his white horse on a silver saddle.
After admiring the falling flowers, where does he like to go?
He smiles as he enters a Hu-run wine shop.