ch 0 1 Nightmare Begins
Fantasy · Guiltythree
It was a very dynamic sprint.
Fantasy · typicalanimewatchr
ch 20 University (3)
Fantasy · typicalanimewatchr
She's not a psychopath, is she?
Fantasy · typicalanimewatchr
Unbothered by the fact that Elijah probably noticed my behavior, I nonchalantly sat on a sofa and enjoyed my wine. The fact that he managed to say those words without cringing was worthy of my admiration.
Fantasy · Entrail_JI
ch 0 1 Magical Leaves
Urban · Blind Leek
This made Lin Qingyun notice the change in Li Nianfan's face. She could not help but feel extremely guilty for behaving so rudely.
Eastern · Kinoshita Nakui
From the end of childhood to adulthood, it had been written over a huge period of 10 years. There was a mixture of despondency that a world was coming to an end along with a sense of satisfaction. I opened the comment box of the last message and rewrote the sentence several times.
Urban · 싱숑
"My surname is Shen, my given name is Tian, my style name is Aotian, and my Daoist monastic name is Xunyuan…"
Urban · Palace in the Clouds
Zhang Yunxi, the Saintess of Divine Firmament Sacred Grounds? I wonder if she has a brother named Zhang Yunlei[1]?!
Urban · Palace in the Clouds
"Umm, well, I have no experience. After all, this is my first time interrogating people."
Urban · Palace in the Clouds
But I am really the 6th Prince, Shen Ao!
Urban · Palace in the Clouds
Shen Tian had a high EQ, so he was clearly aware of that. As such, he did not understand why Shopkeeper Song was so different!
Urban · Palace in the Clouds
ch 38 His Highness Is Finally Lucky?
Urban · Palace in the Clouds
It had its eyes tightly shut, feigning death like a hedgehog in the presence of its natural enemy.
Urban · Blind Leek
He'd even grabbed the paws of the suspected cat goddess to wave hello at him.
Urban · Blind Leek
In the night, their torches burned with hatred, displaying their ugly faces. They stood shoulder to shoulder, prepared to die for a cause they knew nothing about, as humans often do. At the front was a man with extravagant golden armor on top of a pure white horse. He raised his silver sword and pointed it at Doevm.
Fantasy · Random_writer
Obsidion
Every word from the distant feminine voice made his soul tremble, as if each syllable carried the weight of entire universes. Though he couldn't speak, even if he could, he wouldn't dare. To speak of it felt like blasphemy. His soul felt weighed down by an immense, inexplicable pressure, a sensation so intense that it manifested as a phantom ache in a neck he no longer physically had. It was a paradox, a contradiction that defied logic. How could he feel burdened when he had no body to experience such sensations? Yet, the weight was undeniable, as if the distant voice had imbued him with something so heavy that it transcended the absence of his physical form. It was a torment that felt agonizingly close to hell, a sensation that made the surrounding atmosphere seem even more dim and suffocating than it already was. He couldn't breathe, yet paradoxically, he couldn't die either. It was as if he were carrying a monumental burden, a gift, or perhaps a curse from that distant voice, something so profound that it affected the very essence of his being.
Legend of The Young Master
Eastern · Nobelnerd