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Books by 望易
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Reforging the Condor Heroine's Ashes 神雕芙烬重铸
She was once the proudest princess on Peach Blossom Island. The sword stroke that severed Yang Guo's arm also severed the bridge between herself and the truth. Sixteen years later, on the eve of Xiangyang's fall, Guo Fu knelt amid the flames of war and begged her former “enemy” to save her husband, Yelü Qi. The instant her knees touched the ground, the sound of her shattered pride rang clear, while the one-armed Divine Eagle Hero merely nodded in silence. This was a long-overdue revolution in se
52Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Return of the Condor Heroes: Fu and Guo’s Love, Reborn Without Regrets 神雕：芙过情缘之重生不负
When Guo Fu woke up, she had returned to the age of eight. She remembered everything: the wariness in the stubborn boy's eyes when he first arrived at Peach Blossom Island, how he practiced his punches alone by the sea until his hands bled and still refused to stop, how he later became the revered Divine Eagle Hero, and everything she owed him... This time, she only wanted to stay quietly by his side. When he was injured, she would secretly leave him a bottle of wound medicine. When he was bu
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Peach Blossom, Untitled 桃花未命名
On Peach Blossom Island, she crushed his cricket. In Xiangyang City, she cut off his arm. From the age of eleven to thirty-eight, from Peach Blossom Creek to the banks of the Han River. The bond between them was never given a name. It was not love, not hatred, not resentment, not regret. It was the silence of a chess game in the rain, the wordlessness of an afternoon by the stream. It was the smile with which he said “Good” when his arm was severed, and the broken sword she gripped before the ci
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The Sequel to The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber: Zhang Wuji's Hongwu Era 倚天后传：张无忌的洪武风云
In the first year of the Hongwu era, I, Zhang Wuji, went into seclusion in southern Mobei with Zhao Min. I thought the rest of my life would be spent gathering herbs and practicing medicine, waiting quietly for the end. Until that day A Persian letter stained with blood beneath the moon, and a broadsword at my neck. Thousands of miles away, Xiao Zhao begged for help as she lay dying: “Brother Wuji, the Holy Flame is about to go out...” Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial decree slammed onto my medical tabl
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