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Books by 沐觞
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The Miaojiang Saintess Was Thrown into the Valley of Ten Thousand Insects 苗疆圣女被推下万虫谷
I am the wife of the Gu Clan Chief, and I love him deeply. But his heart is as cold and merciless as the blood of a Gu worm. After listening to my younger sister’s provocations, he pushed me into the Valley of Ten Thousand Insects, where I endured the torment of being devoured by countless insects. A year later, I crawled out of the insect pile. He asked me: “Jiang Zixin, you’re finally willing to admit you were wrong.” I frowned and touched my head. “You’re the current Gu Clan Chief? Why aren’t
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The Spirit-Suppressing Coffin 囚灵棺
I was curious about the coffin necklace around my boyfriend's neck. Before I could even touch it, he broke up with me on the spot. I complained about it to the viewers in my livestream, but then a fortune-telling streamer suddenly joined the call and warned me: “Break up with him right now. Your boyfriend is wearing a Spirit-Binding Coffin!” From that day on, eerie nightmares, a mysterious female ghost, and my boyfriend's secrets... One strange event after another began to unfold. Just when I th
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When the Apocalypse Came, My Saintly Mother Got the Whole Family Killed 末日来临，圣母妈妈害死全家
My mom is a self-sacrificing saint, the kind of person willing to doom her whole family to save strangers. After the apocalypse began, an unexpected surplus of supplies left our family with enough to survive. We could have stayed safe and waited for help to arrive. But my mom refused. She gathered all the survivors on our street and shared our supplies with them without hesitation. In the end, our supplies ran out. Our family was the first to be driven out, becoming food for the zombies. When I
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After I Died, I Became My Mother's Experimental Subject 我死后，成了妈妈的实验材料
The day after my mother forcibly brought me to the Arctic, I fell into a crevasse. My phone signal was weak, but I could still call my mother to say goodbye. [You'd better really be dying. A stupid pig like you would only lower the average human IQ if you stayed alive.] She hung up impatiently, giving me no chance to say a word. A minute later, I became an ice sculpture, buried beneath the snow and ice. It wasn't until I appeared in a laboratory as an experimental specimen. That was when my moth
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