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Books by 哀花浅自矜
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Three Lives, Three Worlds: A Den of Fox Spirits Next Door 三生三世：隔壁住着一窝狐狸精
In fortune-telling, the rule is that Heaven and Earth know, you know, and I know, but it must never be told to a third party. Xuan Hong broke that rule, so the Old Man of Heaven struck him dead atop Mount Tai. Still, after years of grinding away at 996-style fortune-telling, he had accumulated enough good karma to transmigrate to another world and keep “conning people.” The odd thing was that the neighbors seemed rather unusual. Foxes of all sizes ran into their courtyard every day. “Did I stumb
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Transmigrating into The Story of Minglan: Am I Han Zhang's Grandson? 穿越知否，我成了韩章孙子？
He was struck by disaster for doing good deeds. After living a second life, Han Ming discovers that he has transmigrated into The Story of Minglan, a parallel world blending the Song and Ming dynasties. He has also become the legitimate eldest grandson of Han Zhang, the Grand Chancellor of the current dynasty, a character who never existed in the original story. Just as he hopes to lie flat and enjoy an easy life, his grandfather Han Zhang orders him to attend the Sheng family school. Before lon
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I Transmigrated into a Trashy Otherworld Manga, Only to Become a Nobody on the Street? 穿越异世界厕纸漫，成路边一条？
What would you do if you woke up one day and discovered you had transmigrated to another world? And what if you then discovered you had transmigrated into the painfully tedious otherworldly trash manga you read the day before? What if you found out you had become a nameless village extra, a nobody on the roadside outside the main cast?! And what if you suddenly realized that this other world would one day be baptized in blood by the ultimate Demon King, while you could only be one among countles
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The Great Deluge 洪覆
“In the Age of Declining Dharma, immortals and gods flee, the myriad paths vanish, the heavens fall, and the hundred races perish... Yet the Great Dao is fifty, of which it uses forty-nine; the last escapes. In the depths of fate, Heaven has its will, and under the bright sun there is always a glimmer of hope.” “Old man, you might not be able to find that one that escaped, but if you don’t eat this stewed chicken now, it’ll be gone!” “Hey, hey, hey! When I’m getting sentimental, could you at lea
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