PREVIEW

... /p>

In the restaurant, Yan Yan and Jian Wei sat on one side. As soon as they settled down, Yan Yan turned to me and said, "Tell me, why did you quit your job? Just yesterday, I heard Circle say that you were almost guaranteed to be the team leader of the planning and copywriting department at your department store! This is too sudden and illogical!"

"I've been drifting around for so many years, I'm tired and want to go home." I smiled and said in a relaxed manner.

Yan Yan look ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
Super Invincible Immortal DoctorChapter 81: There’s No Justice!
 55
4.0/5(votes)
Martial ArtsRomanceSlice Of Life

Su Chengyu took the blame for his wife and went to prison for three years. Upon release, he realized that she had betrayed him.Despite this, he benefited from misfortune and comprehended the Dao, stepping into the world of immortal cultivators. He could easily master immortal techniques and ancient martial arts. He could also refine pills, draw talismans, treat illnesses, and save people at will!Su Chengyu postured crazily in the Red Dust City, vowing to find out the truth behind the death of his 127 Su family members 26 years ago.

The S-Classes That I RaisedChapter 212 - C.178 – Siblings Fight (6)
 17.7k
4.4/5(votes)
ShounenAdventureDramaSupernatural

An F-Class Hunter.

Three Days of HappinessChapter 16 Afterword
 637
4.9/5(votes)
DramaMaturePsychologicalRomance

Three Days of Happiness is a novel by Sugaru Miaki, also known as Fafoo. It’s a rewritten version of the story originally posted to 2ch.

The premise of the story revolves around a shop where one can sell away the remaining years of their life, and the consequences of doing so.

“I Say A Little Prayer” is a short related story which was posted along with the novel’s release. It spoils some things about the main story, but nothing major.

They all call me Great MasterChapter 786 - 783 Port Pult Resting Ⅰ
 689
4.0/5(votes)
GameAdventureFantasyHistorical

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”