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Books by 风吹散的地方
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Bright Sword: The Jiaolong Special Operations Team 亮剑:蛟龙特战队
Lin Qing, captain of the Jiaolong Special Operations Team, is leading a search-and-rescue mission in Lop Nur involving the Twin-Fish Jade Pendant when he accidentally triggers a time-space transmigration. He and his elite squad, carrying a full set of modern special operations equipment, crash into the Northwest Shanxi battlefield of the Bright Sword world. When modern special operations tactics meet the flames of the War of Resistance, Lin Qing and his team join forces with Li Yunlong’s Indepen
16Reads—Score—Shelves
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Reborn as Xu Damao 重生之我是许大茂
Special forces soldier Lin Qing accidentally transmigrates while on a mission, finding himself in Love in the Courtyard as Xu Damao. Watch as he makes his way through the courtyard and sets his sights on Hong Kong. No System, no cultivation or martial arts, just humorous everyday life driving the story. (It’s only the first day after the book was featured, and it’s already been added to over a thousand bookshelves, with nearly ten thousand reads. Thank you all for your support. I’ll work even ha
9Reads—Score—Shelves
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Late Sui Dynasty: I Win Over the World With Snacks 隋末:我靠零食收买全天下
A modern office worker wakes up in the late Sui dynasty, his soul in the body of a powerless second son of a duke! From the start, all he has is a bowl of wild vegetable porridge. He’s so hungry he sees stars, but luckily, he gets bound to a System for surviving in troubled times! [Ding! Chop firewood to earn pork jerky and cola!] [Ding! Grow sweet potatoes to earn strong liquor and a medicated bath recipe!] [Ding! Comfort displaced refugees to earn hardtack and beer!] While everyone else is s
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Escape from the Dark Zone: With a System, What Have I to Fear? 暗区突围之我有系统我怕谁
How many unspoken words are hidden beneath the locust tree on the old street? There was always an old wooden box beside Su Ran’s shoe-repair stall. Inside were buttons customers had dropped, worn-out shoelaces, and a letter with no stamp. It wasn’t until Xiaotang, who loved to squat by the stall and sketch, knocked the box over that the secret in the letter fluttered out with the locust blossoms: twenty years ago, someone had buried a copper coin engraved with a name beneath this tree. When gr
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