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Books by 东岭市的凌才哲
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The Complete Case Files of Bureau 749 749局异闻全纪实
My name is Chen Mo. I'm the director of the Special Operations Division at Bureau 749, and I deal with things science can't explain. The dragon spirit raging in the Suolong Well, corpses roaming at night in western Hunan, the ghost soldiers borrowing a path through the Qinling Mountains... Every mission turns my understanding of the world upside down. Then, in Lop Nur, I watched with my own eyes as a jade pendant created a copy of me. Now that "me" is sitting in my office, the tip of his fountai
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My Days as a Special Forces Soldier 我当特种兵的日子
My new work is out! Come read it on Tomato Novel. I hope you enjoy it. Your support motivates me to write, and I’ll do my best to tell every story well!
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The King of Hell Caught Me Secretly Stockpiling Soldiers in the Underworld 我在地狱私自屯兵被阎王发现了
I Secretly Stockpiled Soldiers in Hell, and the King of Hell Found Out A poem says: Deep in the Nine Netherworlds, the gates of hell swing wide, Iron armor gleams in silence beneath the bloodstained moss. A reckless hand disturbs the cycle, startling the karmic mirror, And in a storm, the Terrace of Shadows is swept away. Chapter One: Hiding Troops by the River of Forgetfulness, Ghost General Wujiu Harbors Treasonous Thoughts They say the Netherworld, ever since Pangu split heaven from earth
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I'm No Genius, but King Qin Is Thoroughly Convinced 在下不才,秦王彻底服了
A new book is here! You're welcome to read my work on Tomato Novel. I hope you'll enjoy it. Your follows are what keep me writing, and I'll do my best to tell every story well!
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Talismans Set the Central Plains 符定中原
The Nine Nether fissure splits the Central Plains, and demonic fog swallows the land. The former dynasty's Imperial Preceptor painted a Purple Star warding talisman with the essence of his life, only for it to end up a worthless scrap of paper. Inside a dilapidated post station, the scholar Fu Tianshu uses his finger as a brush and blood as ink to carve the long-lost ancient seal script of “edict” onto a broken stele. In an instant, golden light surges like a dragon, pierces the demonic miasma,
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