Golden Age Actor Xie Jiaying

Ajax is an orphan who survives a massacre along with his friends but unfortunately gets separated from them. Fortunately, after a turn of events, he successfully gains a system which helps him increase his cultivation but doesn't know what it is called. But he knows one thing for sure, this system is mighty and helpful in taking his revenge. "Whoever you are, I am gonna find you", Ajax mumbled with a disgruntled expression. In a world where the Summoning of an elemental spirit is done through a dream when they are 15 years old, Ajax with the help of a system and his summoned spirits sets out on a journey to seek revenge against the mastermind behind the massacre.

Yun Bixue mengalami kesulitan yang serius— Tunangannya meninggalkannya demi sosialita teratas di negara itu. Yang paling parahnya, keluarganya dinyatakan bangkrut, dan media masa membuatnya putus asa. Dalam kesedihannya, dia mencari bantuan dari Tuan Muda Xie yang mempunyai kekuasaan, dan mendapatkan kekuatan melalui pernikahannya dengan pria itu saat berada di titik terendahnya. Sejak hari itu dan seterusnya, dia menyemangati diri sendiri untuk menjadi lebih kuat dan menjadi istri terbaik untuk suaminya. Novel ini adalah buku yang manis, dan cantik. Tidak ada adegan yang menyayat hati atau salah pengertian. Adegan Manis Yun Bixue: "Limo, tidakkah kau akan bertanya siapa yang aku temui hari ini?" Xie Limo: "Tidak masalah siapa yang kau temui. Yang penting adalah kau di sini, di sisiku sekarang." Yun Bixue "Limo, ayo membuat janji. Di masa depan, aku akan memercayaimu, dan kau juga akan memercayaiku. Kita tidak akan membiarkan hal-hal luar memengaruhi rumah tangga kita, dan kita akan seperti kata pepatah 'jika kau tidak meninggalkanku, maka aku akan selalu berada di sisimu sampai akhir hayatku'." Xie Limo bertemu dengan tatapan penuh tekad Yun Bixue dan tanpa berpikir, pria itu mengulurkan jarinya dan menyegel janji sebelum menjalin jari mereka bersama.

"If I could live my life again, there'd be nobody in this world who could stop me." Although Lin Zhen was a Star Realm Warrior, he had led a stifled and frustrated life. Starting from the Earth era, up until humans migrated beyond the Solar System, he never made a name for himself. In his lifetime, countless grudges went unavenged, and countless desires were left unfulfilled. As he approached death, he summarized his life's experiences, thinking that if he could start again, he would use his foresight to reach the peak of his life. Holding on to this fantasy, he closed his eyes. Then, a cosmic black hole appeared. Time and space collapsed, and when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to Earth during the great catastrophe... PS: Readers can join the group "613961070." All subscribers can join the group "614441139." Updates on extra content will be provided from time to time.

Below the nine setting suns lies the remains of the Golden Crows. By chance, a young man arrives in the world of Journey to the West, attaining enlightenment using the bodies of nine Golden Crows, leading to a different journey. Summary for this book: "Living in the Journey to the West, I started off by roasting nine Golden Crows." Yet another summary is, "My days of collecting bodies in the Journey to the West. When it comes to body collection, no one's better than me. Three hundred years of professional body collection experience, skilled at cooking braised meat, and never adds sugar in it."

My name is Qi Yuan, and I am a time traveler who now holds the esteemed title of the eldest martial brother at Seven Colours Peak. I am armed with a game jade slip capable of connecting realms across the heavens, and blessed with the ability to unveil hidden information through my discerning eyes. [A seemingly ordinary blade of grass reveals secrets of a clandestine meeting between True Man Ku Mu and Empress Dashang that transpired just three days prior.] [Her name is Ruan Yixi, who appears to be your beautiful master on the surface, but she may have a deeper connection, perhaps she is even your wife.] [This is Heavenly Dao of the World, a Spiritual Object renowned for its significance in Foundation Establishment] [This is a lifeless planet, a potential vessel for the creation of a Golden Elixir]. So my road of cultivation turns gradually strange. "Heavenly Dao? A Spiritual Object for Foundation Establishment?" "So many desolate planets, all refined into Golden Elixir!" The Heavenly Dao is used as the foundation and refining stars into Golden Elixir. I am Qi Yuan, I become the origin of all things. My name is Jiang Lingsu, a fellow disciple at Seven Colours Peak. My Senior Brother is mentally ill. He is never focused on work. Nor does he like cultivation. He only loves simulation games. Senior Brother says, "Playing games is like cultivation. It can also create a world." One day, there is one more sun in the sky. I ask him what it is, he says, "That is my Golden Elixir!" This book is also titled 'Cultivation: The Jade Slip's Universe' and 'The Golden Elixir I Cultivated is a Planet,'

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary. [Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant] Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp. "Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again! "Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!" The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins. I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.