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Books by 屿弥生
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I Touched Your Ashes. Keep Hanging Yourself 我碰了你的骨灰，你继续上吊
In the imperial capital, there was a young master named Nalan, the most gifted diviner in the land. The noble families all flocked to his residence to pay their respects. Later, that famous young master died, hanged from a willow tree. Su Nuo was a college student. Then she met a hanged ghost dangling from a willow tree. The ghost was rich and capable, but had no body. He said he could give Su Nuo gold. Su Nuo believed him.
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Ancient Men Are Hard to Woo: He Can Build Machines and Grow Vegetables 古人不好撩，他会玩机器会种菜
Shen Qinghe was a newly graduated top scholar in ancient times, with little experience in officialdom. He vowed to use all his learning to serve his country and its people. Unexpectedly, he transmigrated into the apocalypse and met Captain Luo of the “Red Tiger” camp, whose temper was absolutely atrocious. Luo You: “This guy's an idiot.” Shen Qinghe: “This is a filthy place, an affront to all that is refined.” Luo You: “You're so weak, and you think you can survive the apocalypse? You might as w
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In Whose Hands Is the Thread? Whose Puppet Master Are You? 线在谁手，你是谁的傀儡师
The God Realm has started making people undergo tribulations in the mortal world before ascending, and the ghost and demon realms have followed suit, making it the latest trend. Today is the first day of the second month since Black Dragon Jiusuo ascended, and the day she is to take the throne. On her way back to the palace, she encounters a skeleton. Threads stretch across its rib cage, and it keeps insisting that it wants to find a puppet demon. Jiusuo finds this amusing, so she restores the s
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Fox-Raising Contract: The Thousand-Year-Old Fox Cuddles Up in My Arms 养狐契约，千年狐狸乖乖入我怀
Nineteen Lang, the great villain known as the Spirit-Binding Lord of the Spirit-Binding Bureau, is getting married. On the day of the wedding, I was thrown into the freezing wasteland with my limbs broken and my legs chopped off. Then I transmigrated here. On my very first day after transmigrating, I saw a naked man. He had snow-white buttocks and a face as beautiful as an immortal's. He eyed me suspiciously. "Weren't you dead?" I thought to myself, I was. The original owner of this body died.
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