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Books by 大通5565
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From the Start, I’m Bound to a Shameless Plunder System 开局绑定无节操掠夺系统
He clenched the dead branch in his hand, took a deep breath, then sprang out of the bushes and shouted, “This mountain is mine, and I planted these trees! If you want to pass, pay the toll!” As soon as he finished, he regretted it. What a stupid line. Su Qingyue was clearly startled. She instinctively took half a step back, her jade hand resting on the sword at her waist. Her cool eyes fixed on Lin Que, wary. “Who are you? How dare you rob people in broad daylight on the Azure Cloud Sect's ter
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Tiger’s Roar in the Northeast: The Hard-Core Legend of a Spirit Medium 虎啸东北：出马仙的硬核传奇
Centered on the northeastern folk tradition of spirit mediums, this story blends shamanic legends, yin-yang and the five elements, and eerie folk tales to create a northeastern world where three realms intertwine: the human world, the spirit realm, and the underworld. - The human world: The villages, forests, and towns of China's three northeastern provinces are home to ordinary people and spirit mediums, known as vessels for the immortals. Ordinary people both revere and rely on the spirits, wh
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A Slacker’s Path to Immortality: I Take the Aloof Fairy in Hand from the Start 混子修仙：开局拿捏清冷仙子
Lin Wanqing froze. “What kind of reward do you want, sir? If I have it, I’ll gladly give it to you.” She assumed he wanted spirit stones, pills, or something along those lines. Chen Mo shook his head and walked up to her one step at a time. He reached out, seeming to want to touch her wound. Lin Wanqing instinctively took a step back and watched him warily. “Please mind your manners, sir.” Chen Mo’s hand stopped in midair. Unfazed, he chuckled. “Don’t be nervous. I’m not trying to take advantage
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Crimson Winter 血色凛冬
The tenderness of his past life had been nothing but poison wrapped in honey. In this life, he trusted no one. He threw off the covers and got out of bed, then walked to the full-length mirror. The man reflected there looked to be around thirty, with deep-set features and a tall, straight frame. But the bloodshot eyes and lingering fury lent his handsome face a fearsome edge. “Yang Dingtian,” he said slowly to his reflection, his voice hoarse but firm. “This time, survive, and then...” He pau
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