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Books by Book Sage Bai Ling
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Southern Archives: My Name Is Zhang Haiyu! 南部档案：我叫张海渝！
[Nanhai Files Fan Fiction] + [The Grave Robbers' Chronicles] This book doesn't follow a normal timeline. The blurb can't do it justice, just read the story!!! In the twenty-fourth year since Zhang Haiyu transmigrated to the Nanhai world, his master, Zhang Haiqi, sends Zhang Hailou to Nanyang to investigate a case because of an issue concerning Zhang Hailou's true form. Unable to stop worrying about her two younger brothers, Zhang Haiyu decides to go along as well. All kinds of bizarre events unf
3.2kReads—Score214Shelves
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Honghuang: My Father Is Yangmei, and I Am the Peerless Willow God 洪荒：家父扬眉，我乃绝代柳神
“When chaos first opened, Hongjun thought he had outmaneuvered every race in Honghuang. Then, one day, a gleaming white willow branch, radiating boundless creative power and spatial laws, swept out from the depths of chaos and smashed apart the Thirty-Three Heavens. ‘Even if I must bear the Heavenly Dao on my back and hold up Honghuang with one hand, I, Willow God, will still be invincible in this world!’”
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After Being Forced to Bond with My Nemesis, He Became More and More Irresistible 被迫绑定宿敌后，他越来越香
Jing Mo: "Be bound to my nemesis for the long haul? Over my dead body!" Ling Yuan: "You don't get a choice. The Frostglow Seal has formed. If you refuse... we'll both die!" Bitter enemies are forced to join forces, their icy and fiery passion breaking free of fate!
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Mirror Abyss: The Rules Paradox 镜渊：规则悖论
When the convenience-store mirror develops its first crack, and the national emblem on a coin turns into a closed eye, Chen Mo’s world begins to collapse between reality and the uncanny. He thinks he’s been caught up in a “mirror game,” unaware that behind every anonymous text of rules lies the locked-away disappearance case from Yuhong Elementary School ten years ago. Seven children drew with shadows, but trapped their souls inside picture frames. Now, their reflections in the mirror hold blood
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