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Books by Mu Changhe
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Watching Detective Conan Across Time and Space 名柯时空观影
You don't write a story to make other people like it. You write it to fulfill the regrets you never managed to put right. When you take the scattered ideas in your mind and recreate them in your own way, it brings you immense satisfaction. I record what I love. It's just a personal hobby.
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A Not-So-Scientific Journey 不柯学旅行
Good news: Fusheng can finally take a vacation! Bad news: It's in the Conan universe. What is going on? I was promised a relaxing holiday. Is this really the place for that? “Take photos to remember the trip,” they said. Of what, a crime scene? Fusheng looks at the black-clad men chasing him and lets out a helpless roar. This is terrifying! You couldn't even give me a buff? What do you mean, you already gave me defensive stats? With the sea behind me and enemies bearing down from ahead, how am I
11Reads—Score—Shelves
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One Sword Sweeps Across the Eight Wastelands 一剑荡八荒
Remembering the years gone by, I once slew Hela for Jingwei and brought peace to the Eastern Sea, and saw Houyi climb high to shoot down the nine suns; Yun Mo severed the Three Corpses, and Mu Xian mended the crack in the sky; I dug for firewood trees on the Eternal Icefield, and chased Kuafu along the banks of the Wei River. The Fallen Shadow Valley, the Soul-Devouring Tower, beneath the shrine of the immortals, I grasped the source of the Dao. In those days, I subdued the Nine Infants and elim
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When the Other Shore Blooms, Yao Mo Ran 彼岸花开妖莫染
Years ago, he was trapped behind bars, facing certain death. A shadow slipped through the iron prison and produced a little flower. “Eat this, and I'll give you your freedom.” He wasn't afraid to die, but his heart still clung to someone, so he took it and swallowed it whole. From that moment on, the world gained a soul and lost a person... In the last days of winter, she curled up in the corner of a little temple. Just as all hope was fading, a hoarse voice called out, “Trust me, and you can li
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