Looking for Works Voiced by the Streamer Jiang Ye. Any Genre Is Fine

1 主 The New Matriarch Enters the Household, and the Cold, Powerful Minister Falls Harder Every Day Ji YunAncient Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 169.4kReads9.4Score25.3kShelves

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Jiang Ye is worthy of this. The two of them are in love, and their ears are about to become pregnant.

2 薄 Fickle Rabbit on the RunModern Romance1.2M WordsCompleted 34.6kReads8.5Score3.5kShelves

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I only found these books where Jiang Ye dubbed the voice. The male and female protagonists' voices matched each other very well. The plots were really good. I recommend them to everyone.

9 恃 Marry Based on Favor: the Movie Queen's Spoiled Wife Is Not Easy to Mess With Mu LiuyunModern Romance1.3M WordsCompleted 46Reads—Score—Shelves

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These are all novels dubbed by CV Jiang Ye

10 疯 Crazy Criticism of Powerful Officials to Seize Her, You Seduced Me First! Bright, Gentle LaughterAncient Romance429k WordsCompleted 111.3kReads9.2Score11.9kShelves

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There is a fan group on the Douyin homepage, which is broadcast live every Thursday and Saturday. Sweet girls who like Jiang Ye, come and come~

12 遇 Meet Secretary Zhou Book in the MirrorModern Romance307k WordsCompleted 81.7kReads9.4Score9.9kShelves

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Although they are not the works dubbed by anchor Jiang Ye, they are really very good-looking and are available in various genres.

23 南 The First Exorcist of the South Taoist Priest with Half Bottle of WaterMystery197k WordsOngoing 136Reads6.6Score—Shelves

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Needless to say,

24 看 After Seeing the Barrage, I Kidnapped the School Bully Who Picked up Trash Is This Pen Name a Duplicate?12k WordsCompleted 226Reads9.8Score—Shelves

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The King of Mouth Substitution——Barrage

31 风 King of Feng Shui Purple Dream Wandering DragonMystery10.0M WordsOngoing 754.5kReads9.4Score41.9kShelves

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## A Luban Ruler can change my life and death >My family has inherited the secret technique of Feng Shui from generation to generation, but I was punished by God for leaking the secret. >My grandfather told me before he died that I must not touch the compass in my life, otherwise I will suffer misfortune. >In order to make a living, I opened a shroud shop. I only sold paper candles on weekdays and never got involved. >Until that night, the little girl in red knelt outside the store, holding millions in cash and kowtowing. >"Sir, please change the feng shui of my home." >I was about to refuse, but I caught a glimpse of the pattern of life and death on her palm that was exactly the same as mine... --- The compass of our Li family, passed down to my generation, has become too rusty to be moved. It's not the rust of time, it's God's punishment. Before the old man died, his withered claw-like hands gripped me painfully, and his eyes were fixed on me: "Jingzhe... Remember... Never touch that compass again... Not even take a look... Our family's debt to God... Is enough to repay in ten lifetimes..." I understand. The father who died suddenly in the family and the aunt who died young never lived past forty-five. They all let out too many secrets and let the lightning strike to pieces of Fuyin. I opened a "Zheji Shroud" in a corner in the south of the city, selling incense, candles and paper money to make ends meet and avoid disaster. The days are as heavy as the smell of accumulated paper dust in the store, which cannot be wiped away. I don't care about the house, the land, or anything related to Feng Shui. The golden compass that once cut off the fate of mountains and rivers in the world has long been wrapped in black cloth and sunk into the old well in the backyard. I thought my whole life would just go by in despair. Until that night, the heavy rain made the streets blurry. The rolling shutter door was halfway closed, and I was about to turn off the lights, when my eyes suddenly caught sight of a blur of red figures outside the door. It's a little girl. She was about seven or eight years old, soaked to the skin, with a pale face, and a red dress that made her eyes hurt. She just knelt upright in the rain, holding a bulging black travel bag tightly in her arms. The rain was so thick that she couldn't open her eyes, but she ignored it and knocked her head towards me with a "dong" sound, causing water to splash everywhere. The voice was thin and trembling, but it broke the rain curtain: "Sir... Please... Help me... Please change the feng shui of my house!" My heart suddenly twitched and I hardened my heart: "I have found the wrong person. I only sell shrouds and don't know how to read feng shui." She seemed not to have heard, and kowtowed again, and the rain mixed with the mud and blood on her forehead flowed down: "Only you can save... Them... They are all going to die..." She trembled and opened the zipper of her travel bag. Inside was a stack of hundred-yuan bills tightly tied, the corners wet by the rain. "One million... Deposit... If it's done..." She raised her face, and the rain rolled down like tears, "Please..." The money was so red that it looked like blood. My throat was dry, and the agitation that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Li family and was forcibly extinguished by me was like ashes splattering with sparks. I almost shouted: "I said no! Get out!" But just when she raised her bruised forehead again, spread out her muddy palms and continued to plead - my eyes froze. The pupils suddenly narrowed. In the wet palm of her right hand, there was a strange blue-black line running across it, twisting like a snake, running straight from the tiger's mouth to the tip of her middle finger! That pattern... I spread out my left hand. In the palm of my hand, there is an exact mark! The color, direction, and lingering air of death are all exactly the same! Grandpa's last words struck his mind like thunder: "Jingzhe... The palms of our family... All have a 'mark that breaks the calamity of life and death'... The seal of heavenly punishment... The mark spreads to the fingertips... It's the moment when the life is exhausted..." This mark is unique to the blood of the Li family and has been passed down from generation to generation. It is a life-threatening talisman! How could this unknown girl in red have it on her hands? ! Chill rushed from the soles of my feet to Tianling Gai, and the blood all over my body froze. It was raining heavily outside the store, and amidst the sound of rushing water, the kneeling girl seemed to have crawled straight out of hell, holding my Li family's judge. The compass in the well seemed to be making a silent buzzing across the thick well water and endless darkness. I looked at her despairing and pale face, and then at the reminder of death in her palm, and felt a lump in my throat. Old man, this calamity... Cannot be avoided. His voice was too dry to be his own: "... Get up." "Come in and talk."

32 诡 The Haunted House The Sound of Wind and Rain at Night,Mystery2.1M WordsCompleted 692kReads9.6Score82.8kShelves

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