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Books by A Carefree Cloud
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From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Pleasant Goat and Beautiful Goat 喜羊羊与美羊羊
[A tearjerker novel. If you don't want to get struck down in one blow, get your mindset ready before diving in!] My name is Xu Kun. I like singing, dancing, and rap. No, I just lied... My name is Xi Yangyang. I like Mei Yangyang. P.S. This book is also titled Let Me See You Through Your Final Journey.
143Reads8.2Score—Shelves
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Strategy in the Clouds 云中策
(Jianghu + court politics + ensemble cast + schemes + saber arts + swordsmanship) The board has nineteen files and nineteen ranks; the realm is divided into nineteen provinces, all in turmoil. During the Changping era, wars broke out one after another. The realm faced troubles within and without, and the people were plunged into misery. The court was rife with infighting, while the jianghu teetered on the brink. In the thirteenth year of the Tongsheng era, a youth carrying a broken saber walked
20Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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After My Engagement Was Broken Off, I Tore Away the Saintess's Mask and Revealed the Truth 被退婚后我撕了圣女皮囊露出真
On the day her engagement is broken off, Yu Zhao tears away her saintly facade, and blood-red wings blot out the sky. It turns out she is no divine maiden, but a demon phoenix imprisoned for a thousand years. Xie Wuji stands in the wind and snow with his sword in hand, whispering, “I always knew you weren’t her.” Yun Nishang raises a purification talisman with trembling hands, while a white crow chuckles from the shadows. “It’s time for Heaven’s Dao to pay its debts.” As the sect’s grand platfor
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Observing Yin, Carving and Recording 观阴刻篆录
My grandfather carved gravestones for the dead. Before he died, he passed me a carving knife. One character was engraved on its handle: “Guan.” I thought it was just a mark of our family craft, until I used it to carve a gravestone for the first time. The stone split open by itself. A hand reached out through the crack and grabbed my wrist. There was an eye growing in the palm of that hand.
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