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Qi Tian was determined to design the most advanced aircraft engine but accidentally lost his life while saving others. He then transmigrated to the National Master Manor in the Cultivation World and became a disciple of the National Master, with an extra engine appearing inside him. Whether it's enemies or spirit stones and elixir, they all can serve as fuel for his engine. With the engine roaring, his cultivation journey is as unstoppable as a flying plane. As a National Master, he assists in setting up emperors and selecting heirs. The nation thrives, and the people live in peace. As a cultivator, he sweeps away all kinds of spirits and demons. Emperors bow their heads, and warlords make way. What did you say? A monk wants to bring three great demon cultivators through here? Can you tell them that my engine needs an upgrade? [This book is written in a refreshing style, making reading easy and relaxing. Your support is greatly appreciated.]

Mtl . Contains chs after 109 .

Luo Ye had secretly been in love with a girl for three years in high school, and even enrolled in the same university as her. They had agreed that once they both got into college, they would be together. But to his heartbreak, the girl went back on her word. Devastated, Luo Ye turned to writing romance novels. Unexpectedly, before even starting college, the novel he wrote climbed to the top of a platform’s ranking, and he became an overnight sensation. ... After entering university, Luo Ye thought he would never fall in love again, but then he met the aloof senior. Determined, Luo Ye decided to secretly pursue a relationship with her and amaze everyone. When he and the cold and beautiful senior appeared hand in hand on campus, the whole school was shocked. How could the aloof campus beauty, Su Baizhou, be with a man? At that moment, the girl Luo Ye had secretly loved for three years realized that she still had feelings for him and started pursuing him again. “Sorry, little junior, but he’s already mine,” Su Baizhou said firmly. “And then what happened? Mr. Luo Ye, how did you and the famous comic artist Su Baizhou fall in love?” Hearing this, Luo Ye rubbed his head, smiled softly as he looked at her stunning figure, and said, “She secretly turned my book into a comic…” This book is reposted from the Tomato Novel: 《The School Beauty Seniors Never Had Any Scandals, Until I Went to College》 https://changdunovel.com/wap/share-v2.html?aid=1967&book_id=7207072067127086118&share_type=0&share_code=bIdVLW4M5FsT0l0gn8GPpU-mN-i1l-4mYeu-RCVuFbc%3D&uid=93dd72b1f241c85046f0bee15f8ee673&share_id=aMWOG_e77tJpFI_qy-dX7lxFP0M1BScAN2D-wZOxw7k%3D&use_open_launch_app=1&user_id=7f332039e2a49dbb3ceef9c60096cf55&did=93dd72b1f241c85046f0bee15f8ee673&entrance=book_detail&zlink=https%3A%2F%2Fzlink.fqnovel.com%2FdhVGe&gd_label=click_schema_lhft_share_novelapp_android&source_channel=wechat&share_channel=wechat&type=book&bg=f2cec2-f7e1da-402a23&book_detail_new_style=1&share_token=ab1d5aba-02fc-4e5d-9f3a-0bf52dba8389

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PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,

Athletic and handsome, Florida boy Caleb Youngblood has always wanted to race stock cars like his father and his brother. The roar of the engines, the smell of the burning rubber and the thrill of speed courses his veins. Racing is as much a part of him as the sun and surf of the Florida ocean he loves.<br><br>But, when Caleb falls in love with sports writer Sebastian Rush, he must make a decision. Will he stay in the closet and follow his dream, or can he make a life with Sebastian and follow his heart?