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Books by 驴头少爷
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Demons in the Apocalypse 末世戏妖
A torrential storm floods a city in the north. The apocalypse begins in a chaotic age! At a ruined relay station, a refugee boy sees a powerful family’s retainer slaughter an old woman. He boldly steps in, taking down more than a dozen elite guards with his bare hands! The legitimate daughter, Lü Ning'er, offers him a lavish betrothal gift and a treasured tempered blade, entrusting her life to him! He possesses peerless martial skills and carries strategies to conquer the world in his heart. He
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Nine Lives of Zhaoming: Reborn Beyond the Palace Walls 昭明九命：涅槃于宫墙之外
In the third year of Zhongdatong, Crown Prince Zhaoming, Xiao Tong, dies of illness. But a spirit cat he once saved grants him nine lives, allowing him to be reborn. With the help of the palace maid Qing He, he assumes the identity of a eunuch and escapes the palace, abandoning his attachment to the crown prince's position. Drawing on his knowledge of the Selected Works of Zhaoming, his belief in lenient punishments, and his experience with disaster relief, he travels among the common people. Al
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The Last Rite of Winter Clothes 寒衣末典
There’s always been a question I can’t resolve: Why is life so exhausting? What, exactly, has this age given us? As the most insignificant drop in the tide of our times, what is the meaning of our existence? I once searched for answers in other people’s stories, but came away empty-handed. Feel-good power fantasies can’t give them to me. That isn’t my life. Romance stories can’t either. I’m not that brave, nor am I that absurd. I think most people are like me. Those questions churned day and nig
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A Mistaken Kiss with Yuqing: Rouge Tears and Blades in Republican-Era China 错吻玉卿：民国胭脂泪与刀
“See her? That's the ‘Jade Guanyin.’” “She really is gorgeous, and cold as ice. You can't even touch her.” “Hmph, I hear she only dances and drinks with clients. She never stays the night.” “She's in that line of work. Who is she trying to fool with that prim act?” Su Yuqing stood alone at the edge of the dance floor. She wore a moon-white satin qipao, its close-fitting fabric gleaming faintly. The waist was cinched just right, accentuating her slender figure. Her collarbones were delicately def
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