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Books by 爱吃鲜鱼的咸鱼
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Martial Saint of Heaven 天国武圣
The day I transmigrated into the Taiping Army as a low-ranking soldier, I was so hungry I could barely see straight. When a Qing cavalryman swung his blade at me, I instinctively raised my fist to block it. Boom! The horse's head exploded. The Heavenly Soldiers and Generals watching were dumbfounded. “This new guy... his fists hit harder than cannons?” From Jintian to Tianjing, my martial arts kept advancing by leaps and bounds. Bright Force, Bronze Skin: arrows clatter against me like rain. Hid
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The Thief King's Cultivation Simulator 盗帅的修仙模拟器
I transmigrate into a martial arts world as a nobody and get bound to the Thief-Sentinel System. From the start, I receive Chu Liuxiang’s peerless lightness skill through sign-in. I only wanted to keep a low profile, steal my way across the land, and collect sign-in rewards. But the martial arts masters keep trying to teach me a lesson. Sign in at the Demon Cult’s treasury and gain a century’s worth of internal energy. Sign in on the top floor of the scripture library and obtain the supreme swor
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The Jianghu's King of Slacking Off 江湖摆烂王
The Jianghu King of Giving Up
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The Poisonous Consort: The God of War Prince Bows to Her 毒妃在上，战神王爷折腰宠
I transmigrated into the abandoned daughter of a marquis's household, and on my wedding night my husband tied me to the bedpost. > “You wretch, you're nothing but a stand-in bride.” He gripped my chin and sneered. >I snapped three of his ribs, then drove a hairpin into his carotid artery. >“Funny, I used to be an agent in my past life. I specialize in scumbags.” >The next day, everyone in the marquis's household knelt and begged for mercy. >I waved my round fan as they kowtowed. “My surname is X
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The Suit-Wearing Bruiser: From the Start, I Crush the Foreign Powers’ Warships with One Finger 西装暴徒：开局指碎列强舰
In the late autumn of 1905, Chen Xiao returned from overseas, stepping over fallen leaves. At the docks of Tianjin, dressed in a suit, he smashed the shoulder blade of a foreign police officer who had been abusing Chinese people with a single palm strike. > "Martial arts are no empty show," he said with a faint smile, then went on to challenge ten martial arts schools, walking through them as if no one stood in his way. The princes of the capital saw him as a thorn in their side, while the top s
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