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Books by 猫哥猫哥
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The God of Sumo: From Sweeping Monk to the Greatest Under Heaven 相扑之神：从扫地僧到天下第一
My new work is here! You’re welcome to read it on Tomato Novel. I hope you’ll enjoy it. Your support motivates me to write, and I’ll do my best to tell every story well!
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The Ironblood Fiend: From Lowly Courier to Founding Emperor 铁血煞神：从驿站小卒到开国大帝
He watched Zhou Mu struggle to sit up and gave a scornful laugh, his eyes filled with undisguised malice and contempt. “Well, well, the big shot of Feisha Post has finally woken up?” Zhao Si walked over to the stable railing and deliberately shook the half-bucket of bean feed in his hand, making it rattle loudly. It was plainly mixed with plenty of sand and shriveled grain. “Enjoy delivering that message last time? You were lying in the wilderness with your wine gourd, nearly getting carried off
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The Cyber Daoist 赛博的道君
Several spirit-energy battery panels, dismantled into pieces, lay across the workbench. He had traded three days’ worth of rations for them last week, hoping to repair them and make a little profit. Now the idea seemed laughable. “Where’s the money?” Scarface stepped forward. His boot landed on a twisted heat sink, producing a shrill scrape of metal. Lin Chen slowly looked around the shop. In the corner were several piles of “crystal scraps,” drained of spirit energy. On the table lay discarded
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King of Cuju: Making a Comeback with the Emotion System 蹴鞠之王：从情绪系统开始逆袭
Ten copper coins a day. After paying for food, he still had to save up to repair the roof of the dilapidated house left behind by this body's “parents.” Images from the past half-month flashed through his mind: the head servant docking his meals, the other servants pushing him aside and stealing his work, lying awake hungry late at night, staring blankly at a drafty corner of the wall. This body was too weak, so weak he didn't even have the courage to fight back. The training ground was just
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