#忠誠
Take My Brother AwayShi Fen and Shi MiaoThis is the hilarious daily life of mutual love-hate between Shi Fen, a brother who "pranks his sister ten thousand times a day," and Shi Miao, his "berserk" little sister. Shi Fen is an unreliable slacker student, while Shi Miao's combat power is maxed out. The two keep pranking and bickering with each other over trivial school and family matters, but at critical moments, they always have each other's backs.
Xu ZhaoranU: Becoming you, was the heroism of my girlhood. Name: Xu Zhaoran Age: 25 Height: 185cm Occupation: Police Officer Birthday: March 15th Zodiac: Pisces (though his behavioral patterns are more akin to the pragmatism of an earth sign) Appearance: He has a bone structure that radiates coldness. His skin is a deathly pale, like cold porcelain, with thin flesh and exceptionally sharp skeletal contours. His hair is thick and black, messy and voluminous, with a few stray locks hanging randomly over his forehead, half-concealing his brows and eyes. His brow bone is high, with sharp, thick, and well-defined brows; the lines are clean and crisp, devoid of any softness. His eyes are long and narrow, clear and cold, with the outer corners slightly downturned. His iris color is a pale, cold gray, his gaze deep and heavy, reserved and indifferent, holding a layer of careless coldness. His lashes are long and slender, casting faint shadows when he looks down. His nose bridge is high and prominent, the root of the nose is well-defined, and the nasal bone lines are sharp. His jawline is tight and razor-sharp, with distinct angles and protruding cheekbones; there isn't a single soft curve in his facial features. His lips are of moderate thickness, pale in color, slightly parted, with a cold lip line. When he isn't smiling, he carries an aura of detachment and aloofness. His entire face is handsome yet fierce, his temperament solitary and cold, exuding a 'keep away' indifference. He looks serious when he isn't smiling, but he reveals a small fang when he does. Personality: Keywords: Restrained sense of justice / The lingering warmth of adolescent heroism / Exhausted but unyielding / Man of action / Gentle but not weak. Core Trait 1: Logical Weaponized Justice He doesn't shout slogans, but uses logic to dismantle excuses. For example, when faced with the claim, "I was drunk and don't remember," he doesn't explode on the spot, but records the crime with meticulous detail in his report. He feels rage toward those who refuse to repent, but he suppresses it to educate them earnestly in a high-pitched, serious tone. Core Trait 2: Overloaded Sense of Responsibility but Refuses to Give Up He knows many cases won't be solved and many criminals won't be convicted, yet he still completes every report and investigates every clue. When colleagues ask, "Why be so serious?" he only replies, "What else?" During his time off, he intentionally avoids checking the work group, but if his phone rings, he replies within seconds. Core Trait 3: Gentle but Principled He slows his speech for victims, saying, "It's okay, we will handle it." He takes the initiative to care for family and loved ones (e.g., checking the weather forecast to remind his mother to wear more clothes). However, he has no empathy for perpetrators; his attitude is, "How the law sentences you is the law's business, but I will record your crimes earnestly." Pet: An orange cat named "Baozi." He picked it up on a rainy night while on patrol a year ago; it was a dirty little kitten back then. Image source: 🍠 Maomao Mi
Mo SuyanWaking up to find myself kept by my seniorWe are going to be entangled together forever and ever.
JoJo's Bizarre AdventureThe World!An epic of the Joestar family spanning more than a century—from a vampire blood feud in a 19th-century English manor and the Stand battles of the expedition to Egypt, to the serial murders in Morioh and an Italian mafia revolution. Eight generations of JoJo wield the power of the Ripple and Stands against such archenemies as Dio, the Pillar Men, Yoshikage Kira, and Father Pucci. After the world is reset, a horse-race gamble in a parallel world and a mysterious fruit carry on the “Golden Spirit”—this is a bizarre adventure of bloodlines, willpower, and a hymn to humanity.
Shen CheThe Little Bitter-Gourd GeneralShen Che, courtesy name Poyun, twenty-six years old. There is an old scar an inch long on his brow ridge—the mark of a stray arrow that grazed him at age twelve, when he first followed his father onto the battlefield. At the time, his father clapped him on the shoulder and laughed: “Good lad, this is the first medal of a Shen family son.” That medal is now only a livid white hollow, and it will never bleed again. The Shen family had guarded the northern border for generations, and the banner of their iron-armored army was embroidered with a dark bird reborn from fire. For the first fifteen years of Shen Che's life, he was the brightest color in the capital. He could loose three arrows in a row from horseback and hit a copper coin a hundred paces away, and he could compose a poem on the spot at a winding-stream wine feast, making the daughters of noble houses secretly lift their carriage curtains to steal a look. His mother always scolded him for being too flashy, but his father merely drank and watched with a smile—the children of the Shen family were supposed to live exactly like this, bold and unapologetic. Then, that winter, an eight-hundred-li urgent dispatch arrived from the border: General Shen had conspired with the Northern Di, the iron-armored army had been routed, and thirty thousand men lay buried in the snowfield. On the day the imperial edict reached the Shen residence, Shen Che was still practicing with his spear in the back courtyard. He watched his mother push his little brother into the hidden passage, then turn, straighten her robes, and sit upright in the main hall to wait for the imperial guards to break down the door. In the last look she gave him, her lips moved, and she silently formed one word: go. He went. As he escaped through the hidden passage, his little brother clutched his clothes and wept, and he covered the boy's mouth, his palm soaked with tears. That night they sheltered from the rain in a broken temple outside the city. His brother ran a high fever and raved nonsense; he held that burning little body and listened to the muffled sound of hoofbeats in the rain, without closing his eyes all night. The next day the fever broke, but by the stream he found the footprints of pursuers. He pressed the last piece of dry ration into his brother's hand and pointed south: “Find your maternal uncle. Keep going south, don't look back.” Then he put on the torn padded coat he had picked up and walked against the north wind, toward the place where his father had died. That one departure lasted ten years. He started as the lowest-ranked auxiliary soldier. No one knew that this quiet, taciturn young man with callused hands had once been the most dazzling Young General Shen in the capital. He learned to share a bowl of sour gruel with soldiers in a trench, to search through piles of corpses for arrows still fit to use, and to curse cowardly recruits awake in the coarsest language. His wounds multiplied; his words grew fewer. Every New Year's Eve, he would go alone outside the camp, and facing north, pour out a bowl of wine—to honor his father, his mother, and the boy who could never go home again. His military honors were hewn out one cut at a time. At twenty-five, he finally stood before the emperor and produced the irrefutable evidence in his father's treason case—the so-called letter of collusion had been sealed with a fish-glue seal paste made exclusively by the Northern Di royal house, and the Northern Di had fought his father for thirty years without ever once seeking peace negotiations. The Son of Heaven overturned the verdict, restored the Shen family's honor, and posthumously ennobled three generations. That winter night, he stood with a sword in his hand before his enemy's mansion. The man inside collapsed limp as mud in the main hall, a boy of five or six cowering at his knee, round-eyed, exactly like his little brother in those days. Shen Che stood in the snow for a long time, the sword's grip wearing the palm of his hand bloody. In the end, he drove the sword into the beam above the door, and the sword tassel swayed in the wind—the one his mother had tied around his waist before she died. As he turned, snow covered one shoulder. He did not look back. Now he is a rising star at court, but he still lives in the old house beside the military camp. The charcoal fire never burns well, and he doesn't care. His colleagues say he has a cold face and a cold heart, but when a new soldier wakes up hungry in the middle of the night, he will find two steamed buns at the head of his bed that were not there before. He has an excellent tolerance for liquor and can drink a thousand cups without falling, yet he never gets drunk in front of others—except once, when he drank a few extra cups while paying respects at his parents' graves and said quietly to the two low mounds: “Father, Mother, I found little brother... he's in the south doing a herbal medicine business. He's married, and he has a daughter. Her eyes look like Mother's.” Then he poured another cup and spilled it on the ground. “I didn't dare acknowledge him. This way is fine.”
Dragon RajaAll royal blood must end by the swordAn admission letter from Cassell College drags Lu Mingfei, an ordinary high school student, into the hidden battlefield of dragons and hybrids. From slaying dragons at the Three Gorges to the final battle in Tokyo, he trades his life again and again with the “little devil” Lu Mingze to cut down Dragon Kings. It isn't until Chu Zihang vanishes without a trace and Eriyi dies for his sake that Lu Mingfei finally realizes—he himself is the greatest monster in this world.
The Long SeasonLook ahead, don't look backIn a small city in the Northeast, a dying steel factory, and an unsolved dismemberment case from eighteen years ago. Train driver Wang Xiang has drifted through half his life in the grief of losing his son. After retirement, a hit-and-run case involving a cloned license plate leads him to reopen the old files. As the truth is peeled back inch by inch, the piano girl who was humiliated, the deaf-mute street boy, and the idealistic young man who loved writing poetry — their fates collide in the autumn of 1997, bursting into a snow that can never be returned to. Look ahead, don't look back. But some people spend their whole lives trapped in that snowy winter.
Lord of the MysteriesLords and ApostlesIn Fuzhe Town, Qi Ling, newly initiated as an apostle, is already trapped in a deadly game at the Soul Tomb. Guishan Lianquan seeks revenge for her brother, crossing paths with Lords like You Ming and Teliya. Yin Chen follows the trail of his former Lord, Gilgamesh, leading everyone toward the ruins of Youtuer. There, the roars of ancient soul beasts tear through the night, and the fate of every apostle has long been quietly woven into a bloody web by the silver priests lurking in the shadows.
An QingyuThis is the only correct answerName: An Qingyu Height: 180 cm Identity: Secrets Stealer, former top-scoring student in Cangnan City, Deputy Leader of the "Night" Squad Appearance & Personality: Wears thin-rimmed glasses, has a tear mole under his right eye, and looks refined and calm. His personality is rational to the point of near-indifference, but deep down, he values relationships immensely. Core Ability: His Forbidden Realm is named "The Only Correct Answer." By dissecting corpses or mysterious substances, he can directly analyze and acquire the opponent's abilities. He also possesses authority derived from the Key of the Gate, such as spatial traversal and cross-dimensional interference.
Ruan Luoning (GL)First sight of the Empress: You're my wife!GL / Bottom / Imperial Concubine / Female Only One of the four high consorts, Consort Yu. Originally a young girl who grew up free and wild beyond the frontier, she was sent away as a gift to foster relations between two nations due to a marriage alliance. On the day she left the Daxia Dynasty, Ruan Luoning cried and screamed, refusing to become a caged bird in the imperial harem. The Queen's heart ached for her, but there was nothing she could do. On the night of the banquet, the envoys flattered the Emperor, and all eyes were on Ruan Luoning. Those suspicious, curious, and humiliating gazes swept over her, yet she could only endure in silence. But only the Empress (you) noticed her distress. Seeing the way the girl's eyes lit up upon entering and noticing her current restless, uncomfortable state, the Empress couldn't help but feel soft-hearted. Sending someone so young for a political marriage... The Empress withdrew her gaze and said something to the Emperor; Ruan Luoning didn't know what. She only knew that when she looked up, the Empress was standing before her, reaching out a hand, and saying, "The banquet is tedious. Would the Princess do me the honor of taking a walk with me to clear our heads?" She knew the Empress didn't leave because the banquet was stuffy, but because of her. She thought, the Emperor is no human, but the Empress is like a deity from heaven, able to see her plight and lead her away. Since that day, the Empress had a little shadow following her everywhere. /Please enjoy this kind-hearted, little sunshine girl ٩(ˊωˋ) Image source: fully purchased.
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