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Books by 清鄢
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The Sword's Destruction of Tianshan 天山剑灭
After transmigrating into the life of a herdsman at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, Chen Wei discovers that a small jade pendant can make the Dao De Jing manifest its fearsome power of slaughter! A cunning martial arts fanatic with a modern imagination, he turns Daoist mystical arts on their head. Everyone calls him “Brother Wei.” Who would dare mistake him for “Viagra” now? When the wisdom of Chinese Daoism collides with a world of cultivation, watch as this transmigrator rises from a grass
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Underworld Office Worker: Starting as a Rookie Soul Reaper 都市地府打工人：从勾魂菜鸟开始
Fired, cheated on by his girlfriend, and saddled with 50,000 yuan in debt, Lin Chen is crouched by the roadside crying when a notification pops up on his phone: “Netherworld Collaboration Platform.” From then on, he becomes the poorest soul reaper in the underworld! But who knew this generation of spirits would be even harder to manage than humans? A shared power bank spirit wraps around his wrist and complains, “Someone yanked out my cable again! Can't you humans live without your phones?” Then
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A Kiss Mark in the Rift of Time 时光裂缝里的吻痕
A physicist and an ancient-painting restorer wage a battle against time paradoxes. The deadliest thing about the misty rain is not its haze, but the blades of time hidden in every raindrop. It all began twenty years ago, when a fire at Qiwuzhai burned through reality. Now that the seven jade plaques have reappeared in the city, they destroy themselves to protect it. “Every rescue across time is a love letter written to destruction.” With pain as our shuttle and our lives as thread, we mend this
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The Sixth Color of Love 爱的第六色
“The doctor said my memories would slowly be erased, like words rubbed away with an eraser. I would start by forgetting his name, and in the end, I would forget myself. But I remember so clearly: that day, when the sunlight passed through his hair, I painted a sixth color that didn't exist anywhere in the world. I called it ‘Zhou's Color.’ Lu Xingzhou wrote my name on his palm: ‘Yanhe, even if you ask me who I am tomorrow, I still want to tell you today: I love you.’ Later, I forgot his voice an
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