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Sign? This Young Master Only Leaves a Plum-Blossom Paw Print 签字？本少爷只按梅花肉垫印
Ji Mian works himself to death from overtime. When he opens his eyes, he has transmigrated into a white-furred, pathetically weak little wolf in the mutated restricted zone of Shennongjia. It might be a Samoyed. Facing the live broadcast of the restricted zone, watched by billions of people, the lazy Ji Mian flops onto the ground. Forget it, let the world end. I just want to laze around. But to get a bite of cooked meat and a good night's sleep, he is forced to use a little of humanity's higher-
4.7kReads7.7Score276Shelves
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I Really Don’t Want to Rebel, Honey, Put Down the Knife! 我真不想造反，老婆你把刀放下！
After transmigrating to the Tang Dynasty, Li Yin becomes the sixth prince, a good-for-nothing despised by Li Shimin. Knowing how cruel the fight for the throne can be, he decides to give up completely. By day, he’s a wastrel living off others and waiting to die. In secret, though, he uses the System to build a business empire richer than the nation itself. He thinks he can spend his whole life as a carefree slacker. Then one day, Wei Wushuang, the Tang Dynasty’s foremost talented woman and daugh
1.8kReads5.4Score170Shelves
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Don't Serve It Unless It's Washed! The Divine Beasts Are Picky Eaters, and the Whole World Is Worried 洗不香不准送！神兽挑食全球愁
(The entire cast is on the national team. No saintly do-gooders, no infighting, and the protagonist is absolutely invincible!) “Officer, I want to turn myself in! My brother stole a top-secret national resource for high martial arts!” Eight-year-old Lin Nian sets a ten-yuan plastic fish tank on the counter at the Garrison Office. Looking at the little “koi” blowing bubbles in the water, the garrison chief smiles. “And where’s your brother?” “There, swimming in the tank!” As soon as she finishes
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Bankrupt Fish Farmer: Five Thousand Giant Beasts Call Me Boss 破产养鱼，五千巨兽叫我老板
“Rumble!” A three-thousand-ton deep-sea trawler didn’t slow down as it crushed the fish-farm cages right in front of me. Two million prized fingerlings turned to bloody water. The heir to a monopolistic corporate empire tossed me a forced buyout contract at a rock-bottom price: “Sign it, or tomorrow I’ll make sure your life sinks here too.” Facing this arrogant capitalist behemoth, I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. A drop of blood fell into the churning sea. Carried by the current,
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