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Books by 天宫寺唯
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Raising the Black-Mud Gremlin After Tearing Up the Bad-End Script in an Anime Crossover 在综漫手撕BE剧本后饲养黑泥精
Seven-year-old Lin Xinghai awakened a causality-based ability, [Starsea Reflection], while fleeing. Its cost was steep, and only Dazai Osamu could lessen its effects. He decided that Dazai was the only meaning in his life and swore to rewrite Dazai’s dark fate. From Tsugaru to Yokohama, from the Port Mafia to the Armed Detective Agency, he repeatedly interfered with causality at the cost of his own well-being, saving those destined to die, all so Dazai could find happiness.
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Jade Light on Precious Virtue 怀瑾照玉
After his elder brother, the Crown Prince, died, Shen Huaijin's world was nothing but endless darkness and a sea of blood-deep vengeance. He schemed against others and stained his hands with blood, believing that no warmth would ever touch his life again. Then, by sheer chance, he collided with a young general named Gu Zhaoyu. The young man was righteous to his core, like the brightest little sun in the capital. He barged into Shen Huaijin's world, insisting, "Your Highness, don't be afraid. I'l
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I, the Demoness, Will Save No One 我，妖女，不渡众生
Everyone calls her the Red Lotus Demoness who plunged the Three Realms into chaos. Barefoot and clad in red, she rings silver bells to claim lives and makes a point of opposing the immortal sects. Zhuohua sneers. “I've killed those who deserved it and protected the souls I wanted to protect. What gives you the right to decide what's good or evil?” The spirit veins are drying up, and the Three Realms are collapsing. The immortal sects call her a vessel for the remnant soul of the Creation God and
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My Ex-Wife Is Not Happy 前妻她不高兴
My ex-husband said I was crazy. Sure, I was crazy: I slapped a green tea on livestream, sabotaged his billion-dollar deal, and told the whole world he couldn’t perform. I was completely out of my mind. But the man who once forced me to divorce him and was as cold as an iceberg now cornered me against the wall, eyes red, his voice hoarse. “Yanyan, stop this. Come home with me.” I smiled and licked my lips. “Which home? The one you smashed to pieces with your own hands, or the 137th grave I’ve pre
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