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The Daily Life of Immortal King

Eastern FantasySuperpower

It is an era where everyone is a cultivator except for Wang Ling. He doesn't care about cultivation, elixirs, and whatnot, yet he shows an aptitude for martial arts. He picks up sword skills at three and attains Godhood at five. Despite his efforts to keep a low profile, he quickly makes a name for himself.

The Inspector's Camouflage

MysteryPolice

Two men who both bore huge debts of blood sneaked beside each other, tempting, manipulating, and constraining... Schemes in the royal court and mysterious cases in the streets revealed the motivation of the killer. They tortured and loved each other; no one could separate them. "Inspector, my blood, is your life-saver."

Being the Reality

Western FantasySuperpower

Hot-blooded high school teenager, mysterious blade swordswoman, capricious black-bellied woman. Who can distinguish between the reality and the game world!? What kind of conspiracy awaits them?

Devil's Boy

Inferiority, timidity, desire to be loved but escape. Humans and demons, in the ambiguous struggle, are looking for their own way of survival.

The Hostage, The Lover

Memory lossTragic

Jian Yi was just an ordinary office worker. Her all life is also ordinary, except for a one year's memory loss. Until some day, she picked up a dangerous man in front of her door who was covered in blood. According to what he said, Jian Yi was exactly same as his deeply loved and deeply hated girl, Stella! Does Jane's lost memory have something to do with this dangerous man?

I Want a Divorce!

DoctorRevenge

Transporting back in time, she almost met her death because of a bowl of heart blood! What’s worse, the playboy and the basic b*tch tortured her together, not only her body, but also her heart, and they even tried to refine her into medication to cure the basic b*tch. Damn it! I’m a sleeping tiger, not a sick cat! Fighting the playboy and getting back at the basic b*tch, I’ll make them know who I am step by step. But... why does the His Royal Highness climbs onto my bed every night?