Ciweimao catalogue
Books by Kaluota Xius
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Ciweimao books matched on the author's name.
- Horse Racing Is All About Putting Your Heart Into It 赛马讲究的就是一个真情实感 (The cover character design is for reference.) I transmigrated into an Uma Musume! Yay! "I'm passionate about horse racing!" I raised my arms and shouted, with nothing to my name. Great, that's the spirit! Now, let's hear our slogan! "There's no way I'm stepping onto the Winner's Stage!" But you haven't made it onto the Winner's Stage yet, have you? Ah, well, that's because... "Number Eight! Throw the race and drop out early!" ??? Where'd all that passion go? I'm training, I'm training! 1Tickets7.6MClicks11.6kFavorites
- Moon Rabbit Adventure Log 月兔冒险日志 "Let's welcome the best Moon Rabbit of the Lunar Capital!" Wumian walked up to the awards platform amid the camera flashes. "Her faith in the Lunar Capital is second to none!" Wumian tucked her electronic prayer-wheel fidget spinner a little farther into her clothes. "She's quick-witted and saw through the invaders' scheme!" Wumian smiled as she temporarily cut off contact with Junko. "Congratulations to Moon Rabbit No. 007, winner of an unpaid work assignment!" Thunderous applause erupted from 0Tickets5MClicks16.6kFavorites
- The Vouivre of Arknights 明日方舟的瓦伊凡 Free to read, supported by donations. Now complete. The cover character's copyright issue is explained in a separate chapter. "My name is Daileno, an ordinary Vouivre. I only know enough about Arknights to recognize all the character art. But that doesn't stop me from living in Terra..." "I'm currently in school. Of course, I spend all my time slacking off. My Sanguinarch teacher is always forcing me to write papers, but I can't write them at all. Every time I hand in an essay I made up, she get 0Tickets664.6kClicks1.2kFavorites
- Fantasy: The Fragrance of Youfeng 幻想幽风香 Now completed. The author's account has been transferred... Strange omens bloom in the Demon Realm, sharing a common source; lost in an illusion, she falls into eternal sleep. How can she bow her head and abandon her convictions? Life and death hang in the balance; the flower on the lofty peak needs no pity. The wind leans on a parasol, its faint fragrance swirling; she smiles and toys with the moon, her deep-red eyes like a nightmare. A thousand years pass in the blink of an eye; her pride rem 0Tickets281.9kClicks764Favorites
