I've Always Felt That The Grave Robbers' Chronicles Has a Kind of Quiet, Lingering Sadness

1 穿 Traveling Through Time and Stealing Pens, They All Collapsed After Pretending to Die. Heated LemonadeMystery151k WordsCompleted 14.4kReads9.4Score2.3kShelves

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Both books are written by the same author. Little Moon is really, no CP, sad. In the end, Little Moon Still Can't Live has a rich plot, but it doesn't quite fit the original work, but it's still quite interesting.

3 盗 Tomb Robber: They All Call Me Snake Ancestor Fearful and Relegated351k WordsCompleted 11kReads9.1Score1.2kShelves

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They are all very beautiful [adoration][adoration]

7 盗 Tomb Robbery: the Little King of Hell from the Evil Emperor's Family Is Angry! Deep MeaningyMystery312k WordsCompleted 5.6kReads9.0Score737Shelves

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From everyone's point of view, everyone is not wrong, they just go in different directions, and end up in different ways.

10 盗 Tomb Robber: I Rely on My Giving Personality to Survive Gray Gradually489k WordsCompleted 11.1kReads9.1Score1.6kShelves

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At this moment, a face suddenly flashed in his mind, along with fragmentary and unbroken memories. "Mr. Qi." The young man's gentle voice came from behind. The black blind man stiffened and slowly turned his head. His silver hair was blown by the cold winter wind, and his pale face was red from the cold. He was wearing a furry scarf and a black coat, and looked at him with a smile. The black blind man instinctively walked towards him and hugged him tightly. His eyes were sore. He smelled the familiar smell on his body and wanted to speak, but he couldn't remember his name. The young man also reached out to hug him and rubbed the back of his head. "Stupid." "This is the reflection used by the ancient gods to confuse you. If you admit that you saw me, Mr. Qi may not be able to get out." "Then I won't get out. I want to find you and remember you." The black blind man knew what he meant, but he didn't want to, not even for a second or a minute, he wanted to remember his name.

28 盗 Tomb Raider Notes: Silence Is Not My Fault Changbai Mountain Sauvignon BlancMystery203k WordsCompleted 2kReads8.9Score232Shelves

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Good looking(♥∀♥)

29 盗 Tomb Robbery: a Monster from the Book of Mountains and Seas Came to the Nine Gates A Grain of Faithful Rice227k WordsCompleted 981Reads8.2Score109Shelves

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These can look good too

32 盗 Tomb Robbers: Evil Kirin Tattoo City Gate Bai XiaofeiMystery809k WordsCompleted 15kReads9.2Score1.2kShelves

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This is really beautiful

33 荒 Searching for Graves in the Wilderness Evening Rain Brings ColdnessMystery4.8M WordsOngoing 56.1kReads9.3Score4.2kShelves

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The tip of the pen made a rustling sound on the manuscript paper, and the old locust trees in the yard filtered out dappled sunlight. Sister Hua approached in her wheelchair, and the jasmine fragrance wafting out of the celadon cup wrapped her white hair on the temples. I stroked the faded notebook and suddenly said: "I want to write down all those things so that the leader and the others... Can live between the lines." Her wrinkled hand gently covered the back of my hand, and the metal frame of the wheelchair made a subtle buzz in the breeze: "Write, and I will grind the ink for you." Over the years, some people have always mistakenly thought that we were husband and wife, but only we know that the words "family" were the last promise she made while holding my wrist before she died. The hot temperature is still burned on my skin. My name is Zhang Tianyu, and my hometown is deep in the black land of Northeast China. In my childhood memories, the main room is adjacent to the central hall that says "Home and Everything Happens", and my mother always hugged me in a floral quilt and told stories. Changes came unexpectedly, and several serious illnesses in a row sucked away the family's savings like a black hole. When I was fourteen, I stood outside the classroom with my withdrawal notice in hand, watching my thin shadow on the glass being stretched by the setting sun. During the days when my father was fishing for sand from the river, the handle of the shovel was worn out and calluses formed on my palms. When I was seventeen, my distant cousin said he could take me to the city to learn a craft. I clutched the hard-boiled eggs my mother stuffed into my luggage and rode the green train for eight hours. The grease in the kitchen splashes on the face and hurts. Cutting, washing dishes, serving dishes, I am so tired that I fall asleep every day. I have to carefully fold my 150 yuan salary and send it home. Three years of mechanical repetition have turned people into unconscious tops. Until that day when I bumped into something I shouldn't have seen in the kitchen, the gears of fate began to turn in an unexpected direction - Sister Hua, who is now in a wheelchair, and Bantou, Brother Hua and Brother Hu, who will always be in the memory. Their stories began with that big steaming iron pot.

34 盗 Flirting with My Wife in the World of Tomb Robbers, Stalking Me in the Shura Field Space Scroll488k WordsCompleted 6.1kReads9.2Score602Shelves

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These tomb robbing notes are worth recommending [laughs][laughs][laughs] They're pretty good-looking.

40 盗 Tomb Robbery: God's Redemption Huang Niu324k WordsCompleted 4.9kReads9.1Score483Shelves

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The bag looks good! ! !