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Books by 柠檬奶啤
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My Shizun Is Too Shy, So I Become a Rebellious Disciple Who Makes a Move on Her 师尊太害羞，我化身冲师逆徒
[Xianxia fantasy + rebellious disciple who seduces his master + sweet romance + one heroine] In his previous life, Qin Yuan’s sect was besieged, and his master died saving him. Only before her death did she reveal her true feelings for her disciple. After slaughtering all his enemies, Qin Yuan was reborn in the past. That year, the sect was still standing, and his master, Su Nianwei, was alive. There was still time to set everything right… If I have another life, I will never let you down! “Disc
665Reads6.3Score104Shelves
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A Book by Lemon Milk Beer 柠檬奶啤的一本书
Dies unexpectedly and gets the Cao Thief System!
147Reads9.0Score—Shelves
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Guarding the Nation at Eighty 八十岁守国门
As an eighty-year-old man lies dying, he obtains a Longevity System. As long as he earns people’s favor, he can extend his lifespan and receive rewards that boost various attributes. Max-level singing: he outclasses every powerhouse singer. Unrivaled martial arts: one punch is enough to knock out the world boxing champion. Unrivaled medical skills: even the Medical Sage has to admit defeat. He can even hear people’s thoughts and divine the future. Invincible in the mortal world.
38Reads8.0Score—Shelves
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My Storage Room Is Connected to a Resistance Base 我家杂物间连着根据地呢
The door to the utility room in my house connects to the temporary base where my great-grandfather was stationed back then. Deep in the mountains, a teenage soldier warily held up his rifle and looked at me, who had suddenly appeared. "Who are you?" "Tell the truth! Or I'll shoot!" Staring at the dark muzzle, I blurted out, "Squad leader, don't shoot! It's me!" A moment later, I realized what I'd said and hurriedly continued. "I'm a local, here to bring you food in the mountains!"
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Livestreaming the Long March 直播长征路
I was livestreaming and taking calls when I connected with a young soldier from the war years. A slightly childish voice came through the microphone: “Comrade, could I trade you for something to eat?” “I’ve only got this pair of straw sandals. Could I trade them for a handful of millet? If not, even some bran would do.” At first, I thought one of my viewers was joking with me. But the other person’s next words left me frozen in place. “Our political instructor is about to starve to death. H
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