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Books by 烟解千愁
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The Divine Doctor Appraiser 神医鉴宝师
On the day I got out of prison, I caught my wife and brother-in-law entwined in the living room. “The child is his. You’re just a fool who took the fall for us,” my wife sneered, stroking her pregnant belly. My brother-in-law grabbed a bronze cauldron and smashed it into my head. “This piece of trash should have been dealt with ages ago.” As I tumbled down the stairs, I heard my skull crack. Blood soaked the shards of bronze, and a thousand years of baleful energy surged into my eyes. When I ope
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After Delivering Takeout to an Evil God, I Became the End-Times Courier 给邪神送外卖后我成终焉骑手
After Delivering Takeout to Evil Gods, I Became the Rider of the End > On a stormy night, my delivery bag suddenly turned bronze. > My phone automatically installed a blood-red app: “The Unknowable Delivery System is at your service.” > First order: deliver enough luosifen for a hundred people to the “Deep-Sea Drowned,” at an abandoned aquarium. > System warning: “Looking directly at the customer’s true form will cause permanent mental derangement.” > Successful delivery reward: a fragment of th
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The Mysterious Palace of Yelang 夜郎玄宫
>Deep in an underground river in Xingyi's Maling River Canyon, Lao Jin and I found rows of ancient bronze mirrors. >The mirrors showed no human figures, only another Wanfenglin, upside down beneath the water. >The rock walls were covered in Shui script, written by the Bouyei people: “Whoever enters the Land of No Shadows shall be a prisoner in the mirror forever.” >When Lao Jin's flashlight swept across the mirrors, I saw his reflection suddenly grin. >The real Lao Jin was unconscious behind me,
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My Son Can Drain the Gods Dry 我儿能吸干诸神
Super Dad: My Son Can Drain the Gods > Supernatural abilities awaken across the globe, but I choose to seal my powers and become a dad. > Every day, I ride an electric scooter to pick up my son from school, while the other parents mock me as "the poorest dad around." > Then, on a stormy day, a villainous organization takes the kindergarten hostage. > I hold my child in one arm and remove the suppressor around my neck with the other. > Amid a sky full of thunder and lightning, my son suddenly gra
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