I'm Out of Books. Looking for Urban + Comedy + System Pampering. I'll Reward You Handsomely After I Die! 书荒,求都市+搞笑+系统宠。 待我死后必重谢!
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Getting Beaten Makes My Left Hand Stronger 左手挨揍就能变强
Getting Beaten Up with My Left Hand Makes Me Stronger
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I Transmigrated to Discipline City 我穿越到了训诫城
I Transmigrated to Admonition City
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The Spoiled Scion’s Comeback in the Pinghuang Prince’s Manor? 平荒王府纨绔逆袭?
[Multiple Heroines + Transmigration + System + Xuanhuan Fantasy] Ye Zhenyang, a modern historian and fan of cultivation novels, spent seven days and nights tracing the history of the world of cultivation. After collapsing from exhaustion, he transmigrated into the body of the ninth prince of the Great Xia Kingdom, a good-for-nothing playboy from the Pinghuang Prince's residence in a cultivation world. The ninth prince was lecherous, cowardly, stupid, ungrateful, and brutal, a full-fledged villai
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Urban High Martial Arts: I Can Draw Cards by Getting Noticed 都市高武:我刷存在感就能抽卡
[No heroine + guilt-free wish fulfillment + System-based + invincible + thrilling battles] [Ding! Presence Draw System activated! Get 100 draws just for logging in!] Lin Yi cried. His cheat had finally arrived! [Low presence detected in Host! Here's another 100 draws! And another 100!] Lin Yi was ecstatic. He suddenly had 200 draws! Then he felt something smack him on the back, leaving a burning sting. Only after he'd really been slapped a hundred times did he realize those were the draws. He cu
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Please Spare the Eighteen-Year-Old Me 请放过18岁的我
Five golden-inlaid nanmu plaques, an acrostic poem, and countless people caught in the game, with endless joys and sorrows. What is the truth behind the shocking Lu family massacre that rocked the nation? The answer lies in the poem. A case within a case, a scheme within a scheme. Is it a centuries-old feud passed down for five hundred years? A clash driven by profit? Or a conspiracy between East and West, a thousand years in the making? It is all hidden in a prophecy made five hundred years ago
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