Fanqie catalogue
Books by Frosty Snow
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From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Genshin Impact: What Do I Do After Becoming My Own Original Character?! 原神：穿成自设了怎么办？！
Huh? I transmigrated? At least it's a game I'm pretty familiar with. Wait, the timeline feels off. Where am I?! More than 2,600 years before the story begins?! You've got to be kidding me! Is the future really what I imagined? Why did everything turn out this way? Time can wear everything away, but I still haven't forgotten where I came from... Hello, little one. It's our first meeting... The story has a few tearjerking moments. The protagonist gradually grows up, and there's a single pairin
870Reads—Score—Shelves
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After I Transmigrated into a Book, I Played It Low-Key and Lived a Long Life 穿书我靠低调长寿
Also known as: After Reincarnating as a Short-Lived Pawn, I Took the Cultivation World by Storm with My System-Mom Shen Wanqing transmigrated into a feel-good cultivation novel and became its most short-lived disposable pawn. She bound herself to the [Low-Profile Longevity System], leaving herself with just three rules for life: Don’t push yourself, don’t stand out, and don’t be a genius. So, A Supreme Chaos Spiritual Root? Suppress it! I’ll downgrade it to a useless four-element root, and every
246Reads—Score—Shelves
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Genshin Impact: A Journey for Seat Twelve 原神：第12席的一场旅途
Time never stops passing, and memories gradually grow hazy. If a person can no longer remember their own past and sees no hope for the future, how can they live in the present? This journey was planned long ago, and the only one who was truly deceived was me.
60Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Cyborg Big Shot Begs Me to Draw Talismans Every Night to Keep Him Alive 义体大佬每晚求我画符续命
On a rainy night in New Shanghai, Lu Ye, a fugitive from the Tianshu Group, kicked open the door of a secondhand shop in the lower city. Eighty-five percent of his body was cybernetic, and the military chip in his spine was about to overload and self-destruct. Yet his gun remained trained steadily on the young shopkeeper in a blue robe. "Let me hide here, Daoist." Gu Qinghe set down the branding iron and glanced at the blood seeping from the interface at Lu Ye's neck. Unhurriedly, he stuck a yel
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