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Books by Brilliant Art and Flowing Light
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Fanqie books matched on the author's name.
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I Was Forced to Change Careers on the Gintama Set 在银魂剧组被迫改行的我
When Gin woke up again, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar Japanese-style room, surrounded by strange people who called themselves samurai. Gintoki picked his nose and grumbled, “Hey, hey, that antique gun of yours couldn't even shoot through Jump, could it?” Kagura's eyes sparkled. “Mister in black, you're super cool, aru! Join our Yorozuya!” Shinpachi adjusted his glasses. “Wait, he looks like the kind of guy who'd kill his employer first...” Gin raised his gun without changing expression
22Reads—Score—Shelves
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Brandy and the Hunt 白兰地与狩猎
He abruptly sat up. There was a bed beneath him. Just one. No blanket, no pillow, only a bare gray bedboard made of some unknown material, hard as a coffin lid. A blank room, where he was forced to pursue men or have his clothes explode. Gin: Looking to die?
7Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Twin Fiends Descend on Azeroth 双煞降临艾瑟拉
When Qin Che, the cold-faced king of mercenaries, meets Gin, the dark assassin with silver hair, two top-tier hardcases from different worlds transmigrate to a magical continent powered by “emotional bonds.” System prompt: Establish intimate relationships with at least three local residents, or your magic will run wild. Qin Che: “...” Gin: “...” Even more absurdly, the people of this continent go weak in the knees, blush, and get their hearts racing at the sight of them. Their passive charmer ph
6Reads—Score—Shelves
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My Ancestor Is a Wife-Doting Fool 我家祖宗是老婆奴
On a blackout night at a century-old tavern, the ancestor depicted in a painting, a guardian officer clutching a golden staff, bursts through the canvas and sweeps Li Micao into his arms, calling her “wife.” Meanwhile, at the mouth of the alley, the police officer who grew up with her is racing over with his siren blaring.
1Reads—Score—Shelves
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A Call from Flower-Fruit Mountain 花果山来电
June in Changsha is as hot as a steamer. Qiao Tan'er stood at the entrance to her flower shop, Summer Blooms, gazing at the flickering neon sign across the street: Lu's BBQ. She forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace. It was her boyfriend Lu Minghe's restaurant. More accurately, her ex-boyfriend's. Her phone screen was still lit. In their WeChat chat, Yang Xia's profile picture was a heavily retouched selfie, with enough filter to scrape paint off a wall. The message was short, but ever
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