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Books by 赤焰冷

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  1. The Strange Tales of Mingmin 明民异事录 Cold Red Flame赤焰冷Mystery337k WordsCompleted Jiang Li heads the “Supernatural Nonsense” unit at the concession police station, where she handles mysterious cases. The trouble is, none of the cases are actually mysterious. Jiang Li has a special ability: she can travel back in time through antiques. While investigating a case, she touches an antique and goes back to the past, where she happens to meet Young Master Su of Langya Manor from the Ming dynasty. Everyone says that Yi Lanzhe, the handsome little clerk in the archives, is a real loo 14Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. The Immortal Empress Must Cultivate Again 仙界女帝要重修 Cold Red Flame赤焰冷Ancient Romance401k WordsCompleted Feng Chaoge, Empress of the Immortal Realm, never imagined that one day her own sister would frame her, costing her her body and sending her soul into the body of a mortal man. Fortunately, she cut her losses in time and found herself another decent female body. But this woman’s life was truly miserable. Her whole family wanted her dead. Feng Chaoge did everything she could to help, but couldn’t change the woman’s fate. Fine, I’ll use your body, and I’ll avenge you. What? I’ve lost all my powers 2Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. The Terrifying Legend of Mr. Ji 关于纪先生的恐怖传说 Cold Red Flame赤焰冷Modern Romance236k WordsCompleted Ji Yan was tall and handsome, if a little cold. Nan Qing was the one who made the first move. Ji Yan didn't reject her outright, but warned her that it was extremely dangerous. And it turned out to be true. After narrowly escaping death several times, Nan Qing believed him. But believing him didn't stop her from continuing to pursue Ji Yan, especially since Mr. Ji seemed to be falling for her. —Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. My Boyfriend Is from the Ming Dynasty 我的男友来自明朝 Cold Red Flame赤焰冷Fantastical Romance192k WordsCompleted I’ve lived for several hundred years, to be precise, five hundred and thirteen. When I was nearly two hundred, I began to tire of living. Time prevents every life from lasting forever, except mine. The loneliness is beyond words. I’ve tried several ways to die: hanging myself, drinking poison, jumping off a cliff, drowning, and other conventional methods of suicide. None worked. Now, in the twenty-first century, I’ve finally found a prescription. If I can gather every ingredient listed, I think —Reads8.5Score—Shelves