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Books by Hetu Zhigui
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Throwing Themselves at Me, Stunning Goddesses Automatically Reach 999+ 投怀送抱，绝色女神自动999+
[Chaotic group battles] [Always eating] [999+] [No one gets left out] [No dawdling when pursuing women] [Tycoon] [Women throw themselves at him] [Women pursue men] Xiao Fan, an intern, is reading Tomato Novels when he gets bound to the [Myriad Worlds Mall]. From then on, his life takes a sharp turn [Throw-Yourself-Into-His-Arms System (aka Life-Stealing System), New User Special: ¥0.01] The secret to wealth: a multinational corporation for one yuan? Buy! A time-travel ticket back to the eve of t
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Mother-and-Daughter School Beauties Want an Extra Hour: No Decent Masseurs Allowed 母女校花求加钟正经按摩男士止步
In a fantasy world where spiritual qi revival has begun, Teng Ye awakens the “Divine Physician System,” a lost art dedicated to treating difficult cultivation ailments, especially the unique “hidden ailments” of female cultivators. “Junior, that's a blockage in your spiritual power. I'll have to massage it.” “Teacher Zhou, if you don't treat that hidden ailment, you'll never break through in this lifetime.” “Don't panic, immortal maiden. It's just a simple case of ‘blocked meridians’...” “Boss
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My Rural Revitalization System 我的乡村振兴系统
“I didn’t study to escape poverty in my hometown. I studied to help my hometown escape poverty.” Armed with this vow and an unreliable System, Teng Feiyu returned to Tengjia Village, the place where he was born and raised. He had to face the villagers’ bewilderment, his father’s silence, the barren land, and the hollowed-out village. But he had his knowledge, his System, and a heart set on making a difference. He grew miraculous fruits and vegetables, giving the villagers their first taste of th
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Forensic Patterns: Hunting Killers in the 1980s 八零法医罪纹追凶
Forensic pathologist Lin Ping'an is dragged into a struggle across time spanning three thousand years. In the morgue drawer, a milk candy from 1983 is wrapped in paper covered with oracle-bone script. An oracle-bone-script firewall breaches the modern internet. “Use the observer’s blood and bone as ink to recreate the unaltered epic of human history.” “When bronze AI starts to breathe, we are the fading traces left in the folds of history.”
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