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Books by 开水煮牛奋
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Transmigrate as Nezha the Groundhog: My Fate Is Mine to Decide 穿越哪吒土拔鼠之我命由我不由天
After transmigrating to the Shang Dynasty, in the final years of the primordial era, he became a groundhog by the roadside and began cultivating. What? The great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods is really about dividing up the last seat of authority among the human Dao Sages? The Heavenly Dao has three sages, the Earthly Dao has three sages, and as the Human Dao flourishes, one sage will emerge. With no Human Dao Sage, I'll be the one! Watch me become a sage through the world within the s
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Urban Cultivation: An Immortal Venerable Reborn as the Son-in-Law of a Tycoon's Daughter 都市修真：仙尊重生赘婿豪门千金
I am the Eastern Mystic Immortal Venerable, master of countless starfields, yet I self-destructed and perished after my sworn brother and Daoist companion betrayed me. When I open my eyes again, I find myself as Han Lin, the useless live-in son-in-law of the Su family in Jiangcheng, someone everyone can bully. My mother-in-law curses me, my relatives mock me, and even my love rival dares to force me to kneel in public. They don’t know that the Immortal Venerable has returned, and the mortal worl
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The Top Imperial Exam Scholar: From the Start, a Handsome Young Widow as My Wife 科举探花郎：开局赘婿美艳俏寡妇
🔥The Top Scholar of the Imperial Exams🔥 A flower thief? A live-in son-in-law? A burned-out office worker dies suddenly and transmigrates to ancient times. One moment, he is on the streets of Shanghai, getting stabbed while trying to help someone; the next, he has awakened in the body of a poor farmer's son and been forced to sign a contract selling himself into service. A house with nothing in it, a bully at the door, and villagers mocking him would be bad enough. But the lady of the house is as
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The Folk Doctor: The Poor Scholar Goes on a Killing Spree 草莽医圣：寒门案首杀疯了
Chen Yan transmigrated into the body of a farmer’s son in another world. His family had nothing but four bare walls, and they were three dou of rice in debt. The landlord stepped on him and sneered, “A poor wretch like you thinks you can pass the imperial exams?” Burning with fever, he chewed on a handful of wild herbs and realized they were a mutated form of isatis root. His ancient-world isatis root granules burst onto the scene, and his first earnings bought him half a bundle of rough paper.
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