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Books by 速度七十麦
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The Embroidered Dart 绣镖
The rainy season in Jiangnan was always so damp and clinging. Shen Xiuniang stood beneath the covered walkway of the carved mansion, her fingertips brushing the dart pouch at her waist. Its surface was embroidered with intertwining lotus vines in gold thread, the stitching intricate and faintly gleaming even beneath the gloomy sky. The copper bell under the eaves clanged in the wind sweeping through the passage. As she watched ripples spread across the courtyard pond, she suddenly heard the shar
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The Secret of Qingyan Town 青岩镇的秘密
The bitter winter wind cuts through Qingyan Town like a blade. Bai Xiaoran hunches her shoulders and buries her hands deep in the pockets of her faded padded jacket. The tips of her hair have turned an unusual silvery white, flickering in the moonlight, while a scale-like sheen occasionally flashes across the skin behind her ears. It is the night of her seventeenth birthday, and another sign that she is about to shed her skin.
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The Soul of the Escort 镖魂
Neon lights flowed like blood through the skyscrapers of New Tokyo in 2077. Ye Wuzhou stood on the rooftop helipad of the Night Owl Escort Agency, a holographic mission brief flickering across the retina of his cybernetic eye: a client wanted to transfer the consciousness data of their deceased daughter from a private server to Starloop Corporation's immortality cloud. The fee would be enough to pay off the loan on his right-arm prosthesis, the mechanical limb equipped with an electromagnetic la
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The Mecha Escort 机甲镖师
In the twenty-sixth year of the Guangxu reign, at summer's end on the Zhili Plain, a hot, dusty wind swept toward an escort convoy winding along the imperial road. The lead carriage stood out from the rest. Its body was made of forged iron, its rivets arranged like scales, and two bronze-colored steam pipes jutted from the carriage shaft, hissing rhythmically as the wheels turned. The curtain lifted, and Dai Jiuyuan leaned halfway out. Goggles hid most of his bronzed face, while sweat trickled f
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Fogbound on the Escort Road 雾锁镖道
In the late Qing Dynasty, the fog in Shanghai’s foreign concessions always had a clinging, unpleasant quality, as if it could seep right into your bones. Lu Xiaotang, the second daughter of the Lu Escort Agency, stood in the mist, listening to the bustle in the streets and alleys. Her fingers unconsciously brushed the specially made throwing dart at her waist. She was blind, but her hearing was several times sharper than an ordinary person’s. From the weight and rhythm of someone’s footsteps, sh
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