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Books by 上弦飞音
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A Special Forces Soldier Reborn in Ancient Times, With Five Deadweights from the Start 特种兵重生古代，开局五个拖油瓶
The legendary special forces king Xiao Zhan is reborn, only to wake up as a consumptive invalid in a rundown courtyard in ancient times, with nothing to his name. Five gaunt children huddle in a corner: some are crying, some have fainted, and one has wet their pants. Gritting his teeth, Xiao Zhan struggles to his feet and is just about to find something to eat when someone kicks the broken door open. “Consumptive, pay back your debt today, or I’ll take your brats as payment!”
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Transmigrated as a County Magistrate, I Form a Begging Gang from the Start 穿成县令，开局组团去要饭
After dying suddenly while working in the bureaucracy, Shen Yan is reborn as a newly appointed scholar-official. He thinks the worst fate he could face is being sent to govern some poor county. It isn’t until he sees the county’s people so hungry they’re chewing tree bark that he understands: this isn’t just poverty, it’s a matter of life and death! “My lord, what are we going to do?” Shen Yan smacks the magistrate’s block. “What else can we do? Everyone, grab your broken bowls. We’re headed for
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Reborn: Rekindling My Romance with My Childhood Sweetheart 重生与竹马再续前缘
[Heart-wrenching revenge + reborn from the depths] 💔 Her scumbag husband shoved her from a hundred-story building, staining their wedding anniversary with blood. Years of devotion earned her nothing but, “Anyone who gets in my way dies!” Her unborn child, the family fortune that was stolen, her two-faced best friend: all her hatred erupted in the moment she fell to her death! When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the turning point of her fate. This time, she would tear away their m
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After the System Ran Off, the Indentured Prince Was Forced to Get to Work 系统跑路后，卖身皇子被迫营业
After transmigrating into the body of a prince confined to the Cold Palace, I bound myself to the strongest Imperial System. I was about to defy fate with its help when, on the day before my coronation, the System left me with one line: “Host, your talent is too poor. This System is running away.” Then it vanished for good. Facing the assembled court officials and an empty treasury, I looked at the bill for selling myself to pay off my debts, then at the hostile envoys from enemy states glaring
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