Sweet Waters Throne - Chapter 166 - 166 Chapter 166

Xu He had been his sister’s control group since he was a child. His elder sister was fair, juicy and good at giving birth. She was the heart of the Xu family, a flower in the village, and the talented people who wanted to marry her lined up from the village to the back of the mountain.

The little brother was only good at cooking, and he was busy from the stove to the field all day long, and no one paid attention to his disheveled face. People in the village talked after dinner, how the same parents had two very different children. With his sister as a comparison, it must be more difficult for He ge’er to marry. 

However, there were many young men looking for Xu He, but these people who got close to him were all to find out about his sister. Xu He had been used to it for many years, but recently, even Zhang Fangyuan, who was not doing business in the village, wanted to get something from him.

After inquiring, he tried to hide, but he was stuck on the way home, but the man said: “He ge’er, your cooking is delicious, and it will be even better if you are my fulang.”

- Description from Novelupdates

Chi Yiyin is regarded as a top horror novelist, and everyone who has read his books said it was like being followed by fear itself.
What they didn’t know was that it was Chi Yiyin’s personal experience.

While exploring a haunted house at night to find inspiration, Chi Yiyin was dragged into another world.
It’s a crazy and dangerous world, full of ghosts and fallen god. Even if human beings awakened their blood, they could still only survive in insignificant ways, and if they made one wrong step, they will usher in tragic death.

However, when the other players were scared to death and could barely survive, Chi Yiyin took out his small notebook: “This is truly terrifying, it can be used as inspiration.”

The ghost froze: ? Please respect me, thank you.

The next moment, the ghost was sealed into Chi Yiyin’s notebook and became his tool ghost. The ghost was dumbfounded.

All ghosts that were successfully written into words by Chi Yiyin will be sealed in his book for his use.

In the game world, rumor about a human began to circulate——
Chi Yiyin is here! Scared me to death, run!

The fallen god sits on top of the game world, full of loathing.

However, He saw the dazzling starlight, traversing the world against all odds, and came to Him.

He loves me.
The fallen god thought to himself.

Then this world that should have been destroyed has meaning to continue existing – for him, the sun rises.

“Don’t write about those crooks, I can be your strength. Fill your book with my name, and you will become a new god, and I, your most faithful believer.”

The fallen god kissed deeply: “I will give you a god, full of devotion and belief.”

People who were eagerly waiting for Chi Yiyin’s new book discovered, the top horror novelist actually wrote a love story??

Chi Yiyin announced with a smile: “Yes, I’m in love.”

“With a god.”

- Description from Novelupdates

As a sandbox game player who loves peace and farming, Chen Xiyi said that he is not the kind of fourth natural disaster that will bring chaos to the world, and he is good at influencing the enemy with truth and justice.

“If you have something to say, put away the weapons of mass destruction in your hands first, and you can discuss anything.”–The last words of a famous NPC.

- Description from novelbuddy

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.