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Books by 程小淇
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The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: A New Cycle 盗墓笔记之新的轮回
As he ran his fingers over the patterns on the Ghost Seal, he could clearly feel the uneven grooves beneath his fingertips. Ten years ago, it was this very object that the Bottle had held in the snowy grounds of the Heavenly Palace atop the Clouds when he told him, “Ten years from now, if you still remember me, come find me here...”
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Everyone in the Underworld Calls Me Ninth Master of Tomb Raiding 道上的人都称我为盗墓九爷
People call me “Ninth Master” because I dare to enter tombs others won't touch and can crack mechanisms no one else can. But only I know I'm no “master” at all. I'm just a poor soul who's been terrified of poverty to the bone. When I was little, my mother died of illness in a ruined temple. My father and I survived by scavenging for scraps. I swore that one day I'd make something of myself, so no one would ever look down on me again. I had just one dream in life: save enough money to leave this
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The Spirit Medium’s Disciple Is the Snake Immortal’s One True Love 出马弟子是蛇仙的白月光
On the eve of the college entrance exams, I found a little white snake in the mountains. Later, I got into Tsinghua University, but both my parents died tragically. I knelt before their graves and swallowed pills to kill myself. As I lay dying, an immortal saved me. He said his name was Bai Chen, and that he was a thousand-year-old snake immortal who had sacrificed two centuries of cultivation to keep me alive. In return, I became his spirit-medium disciple. He taught me to slay demons and exorc
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Your Majesty, There's Something Wrong with My Train of Thought 陛下，我的脑回路有毒
Transmigrated into the body of an empress banished to the cold palace, Lin Dandan plans to coast through life with the fragile constitution of an overworked college student. But the dog emperor keeps testing her, and the consorts keep setting traps for her. On the surface, she’s a delicate beauty, as frail as a willow in the breeze, too timid to even raise her voice: “Your Majesty is wise. I wouldn’t dare.” In her head, though, her inner commentary is scrolling nonstop: [More overtime? I don’t w
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