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Books by 乐乐摩托
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We Fight, Then Catch Feelings. Can You Handle Pillow Thief? 打一架就动情，枕掠你行不行
[Two male leads: a frail, scheming young noble × a ruthless, cold-blooded assassin] [Two evenly matched leads] [Revenge] [Ensemble cast] [Wuxia] [Sweet romance] [Secret identities] Zhen Lue is a top-tier assassin of the Soul-Claiming Tower, where no one survives his blade. He buried his mentor at fourteen and clung to one purpose for the rest of his life: revenge. Then, at the entrance to the Ling residence, he happened to glance at a frail young noble who was coughing so hard his face had gone
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I Opened a Shelter in the Immortal Cultivation World 我在修仙界开了个收容所
[Everyday comedy + System + ensemble cultivation story + wacky antics] Jiang Yaowang is a corporate wage slave. After three straight months of overtime, he resolutely quits and applies to the All-Worlds Shelter Corporation. What!? Free room and board, an annual bonus based on the GDP of each world, and outstanding employees get to live forever!?? This has to be a scam in this day and age. (He still sent in his resume.) “Congratulations, Mr. Jiang Yaowang, on passing the interview. You are hereby
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There Are No Proper Immortals on Crooked-Neck Peak 歪脖峰没有正经仙
[Two male leads + ensemble cast + funny everyday life + slacking / happy ending] The Crooked-Neck Peak of the Luotuo Sect is so run-down that even a roadside teahouse is better. Its former peak master left over three hundred years ago and never came back. All that’s left behind are two “latchkey kids.” Bi Yunye and Xi Buzhu are at a loss, stuck looking after this empty shell… Forget it, let’s get jobs and earn money. Actually, let’s raise chickens and farm… “Xi Buzhu, you’ve turned the spirit r
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We Fight, He Falls for Me: The Sickly Beauty Coughs Blood and Steals His Heart 打一架就动情，病美人咳血勾他命
[Dual male leads / love and hate / deranged assassin vs. sickly villain / evenly matched / wuxia jianghu] “Ling Sui, if you fake being sick to scheme against me again, I'll put this knife straight through your heart.” Zhen Lue's blade rested against the hollow of the other's throat. Its edge gleamed coldly, but he didn't dare press down. The man was coughing so hard his shoulders trembled, his face pale as paper, yet a smile still curled his lips. “Calm down, Young Master Zhen,” Ling Sui said le
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