The Archive Office traces its origins to Laozi, Li Er, and is older than every sect.
It has only one duty: to keep records.
You handle the killing. I handle the paperwork.
Ji Yuan inherited the twenty-ninth generation's legacy: a shabby bookshop, an underground book tomb, and four ancient mythical beasts.
Three rules for the shop.
No fighting inside. When Quanxing lackeys broke that rule, Qiongqi bit them until they confessed.
You need a membership card to borrow books, even if you're one of the Ten Elders.
Nothing is for sale. The World Society's one billion in cash was returned in full.
Someone didn't believe the rules.
Bureau 110 brought five Hongqi cars to seal off the street and negotiate a takeover.
Ji Yuan produced three documents.
The company's founding approval: stamped by the Archive Office.
The management regulations: annotated by the Chief Archivist.
The first chairman's library card: issued right here.
“Seventy years overdue. You can work out the late fees yourself, Mr. Zhao.”
Zhao Fangxu bowed on the spot.
And that was only the beginning.
Deep in the underground book tomb, a fragment of the Classic of Mountains and Seas was growing hot.
Someone far away was calling for that “dragon.”
Is the protagonist an elite monster? The Shozo Division is attacked every once in a while. He always rushes back when something goes wrong. He can only kill some minions every time. Important enemy figures can escape every time. He doesn't take revenge when someone rides on him. He still "makes money by being friendly" and is still a soft persimmon that everyone can pinch.
The male version is as pale as a chrysanthemum, without any tension
It's watery and rotten, with too much nonsense. I don't even understand what the author wants to write?