down to the sea bottom

When Sang Xia bumps into her ex-boyfriend, he says furiously, “Sang Xia, there are so many women in the world. Call me a dog if I still like you!” She turns around without any hesitation and suddenly, he barks from behind her. The whole world knows how crazily in love Rong Zhan is with Sang Xia. Someone asks, “Master Zhan, how does Sister-in-law deserve your love so shamelessly?” Rong Zhan answers lazily, “Just that one reason…?” He stares at a certain woman and laughs suddenly. She's left speechless. F*ck, does this man have any shame? This is an interesting and fun story of an all-powerful gangster boss shamelessly pursing his wife.

Zhou Yu was ordered to enter the city and get married. Even though my wife didn't like me, my father-in-law disapproved of me, my colleagues always wanted to bully me, and the bad guys were always looking to take me down, but touch me, that's fine, touch my wife, that's not. Whoever lays a hand on her, I'll take down. I fought until the whole world bowed down, then returned to the village with my wife in glory!

Apprentice, go down the mountain and seek your senior sister, let her teach you the art of bone-setting and to promote Taoist magic. Chu Yi's wish was finally fulfilled, girls! Here I come! It's just that...

As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason... Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save? An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out! Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

Lu Xiao had followed his master for eighteen years, excelling in both medicine and martial arts. After five years of military service, he returned to the city to search for his origins. Faced with flashes of knives and shadows of swords, he was decisive in killing, dominating everyone. When it came to the matters of the heart, he said, "Still… the Young Miss is the best."

【Transmigration + Famine Escape + Farming + Infrastructure】Professional white-collar worker Xiao Cheng accidentally dies while saving a drowning child and transmigrates to a small mountain village, believing she's in a farming story. However, the system says, "Host, we need to survive by completing tasks first." What? Fighting tigers? No, no, isn't that Wu Song's thing? I can't do that! What do you mean we have to migrate? I've just gotten my footing and you want me to move? Oh! Foreign enemies are invading? Then pack up quickly and run. What about becoming a City Lord? Too troublesome. I just want to be a slacker. Being a concubine? Get lost, you average guy, dreaming in broad daylight! Something or other every single day! I'm done, I want to retire and enjoy a leisurely life with my family! ----- However, the system doesn't allow it and keeps popping up to demand attention, "Host, hurry, there's another task. If you don't do it, you'll be erased." "You lousy system, I want to apply for retirement." System, "Host, your application has been processed and rejected." It's infuriating, how is this never-ending? I'm going to complain to Ah Mo......

The vast seas are filled with abundant resources but are also home to numerous sea demons, making it a place difficult for human cultivators to tread. One day, Lu Li crosses into the vast and boundless sea realm of immortal cultivation, carrying with him a magical beast-refining pot that can transform into various sea monsters, allowing him to roam the seabed. While cultivators on the islands struggle for a single spiritual herb, Lu Li has already built an underwater spiritual farm base. Watch him strategize step by step, leaving a footprint with every move, as he grows into a top-tier power in the world of immortal cultivation. Looking back after countless years, the days spent fighting sea demons, refining evil spirits, and treasure hunting in the deep sea remain vivid in his memory...

[Dúo fuerte + Aplastar al canalla + Mimos dulces + Drama de persecución de esposa + Protagonista femenina con identidades ocultas] Después del divorcio, ella se transformó brillantemente, con identidades ocultas por todas partes, convirtiéndose en presidenta de la noche a la mañana, blandiendo un bisturí y asombrando al mundo con sus habilidades quirúrgicas. Para su sorpresa, su ex-marido estaba bastante entusiasmado en perseguirla. Cuando fue cuestionado por una loto blanca, el hombre se burló: "¡Ella no tratará tu tipo de neurosis!" Rodeado por medios de comunicación chismosos, el hombre amenazó con dominio: "Si no quieres ser incluida en la lista negra, mantente alejada". "El que debería irse eres tú", dijo ella, llena de desdén. La consecuencia de rechazar sus avances fue quedar atrapada en un rincón, incapaz de moverse. Él presionó contra su nariz, casi besándola: "Cariño, ¡volvamos a casarnos! ¡No me importa ser un padrastro!" Noelle: ... Ahora la pregunta es, ¿debería seguir permitiéndole ser un padrastro, o decirle que el bebé en su vientre es en realidad suyo?

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling