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Books by 柒巧玲珑
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No Spiritual Roots? I’ll Hunt Down the Heavenly Dao with My Mortal Body 无灵根？我以凡躯猎杀天道
On the day of the tournament, my cousin sighs that I have no spirit root. My fiancée demands to break off our engagement. My whole clan sees me as a burden, and the Heavenly Dao declares me a cripple. But no one knows that the [Myriad Daos Return to the Void System] I awakened tells me: Spirit roots are shackles imposed by the Heavenly Dao. Having no spirit root is what makes a person whole! From then on, I forge an original Great Dao that requires no spirit root. My cousin is a genius? I'll gra
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The Phoenix Hidden at Court: The Heir's Black Lotus 凤隐朝堂：世子的黑莲花
Yu Chi Manwan, the legitimate granddaughter of the Duke of Zhenguo, is a frail beauty who can barely care for herself in public. In private, she is the mastermind behind Tingfeng Pavilion, the world’s intelligence network, and a master of medicine, poison, and martial arts. Carrying out her master’s final orders and seeking revenge for her family, she returns to the capital, vowing to eliminate every threat. Xiao Yuchen, heir to the Marquis of Yongchang, appears noble and immaculate, but secretl
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After Breaking Off the Engagement, He Spoiled Me Rotten 退婚后，他把我惯成娇气包
At the engagement party of Lu Jinxing, Kyoto’s most eligible young heir, the bride-to-be never showed up. All she left behind was a note: “You’re too fierce. I won’t marry someone who always has a stern look on his face.” As the room fell silent, a soft, muffled giggle came from a corner. With a dark look on his face, he walked over and lifted the tiny girl wrapped in a Chanel early-spring outfit. “What are you laughing at?” Su Tao clutched a strawberry tart, her cheeks puffed up. “Your fian
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My Childhood Sweetheart Is the One Who Fell from the Sky 竹马是天降
Cheng Yan, heir to the Cheng family, is cold and arrogant, a man no one in Beicheng's high society dares cross. Yet he finds fault with Lin Qianqian, the jewelry designer he grew up with, at every turn: “It's so ugly. How could you even put this up for sale?” And yet, at an auction, he threw down thirty million for one of her jadeite necklaces. That night, I got a message from him: “Come out. I'll teach you how to fix the design.” The studio door swung open. He loosened his tie, his voice hoarse
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