Fanqie library
Browse
- Titles
- 4
Every Fanqie book we index, searchable by title, author or tag.
-
Forbidden Magician's Awakening Card Changes Life Against Heaven
The opening ceremony of Glory Magic Academy is being held in the central square. On the high platform, Dean McLean was giving a boring welcome speech. The three thousand freshmen in the audience stood upright, feeling dizzy under the sun. Lin Ye stood at the end of the team and yawned. It had only been three days since he traveled to this world, and before he had time to figure out the situation, he was thrust into this academy. He turned out to be a loser who couldn't even master the fireball t
1Reads—Score—Shelves
-
After the Taboo Was Triggered, I Contracted the Red-Clothed Ghost
Cold and sticky, like sinking into a bottomless pool. Su Wan opened her eyes suddenly, and her vision was blocked by a blinding red. The thick red silk cloth that smelled of old rust covered her head, making her breathless. The hard wooden board beneath him made a "squeaking" groan as it shook slightly. The air was filled with the unique choking smell of burning incense candles and paper money, mixed with a... Vague rotten smell. She moved, her hands and feet were cold, and they were tightly bou
—Reads—Score—Shelves
-
God-Level Token Sign-In to the Ancient Tomb to Awaken the Bloodline
At 2:30 in the morning, Lin Bei stared at the 18th version of the modification plan on the computer screen, his eyes bloodshot. Supervisor Li Ming's sneer came to my ears: "Lin Bei, if this version doesn't work, you don't have to come tomorrow." Lin Bei clenched the mouse tightly, his knuckles turned white. He has worked overtime for 37 consecutive days and sleeps only three hours a day. The salary is 5,000 yuan, the rent is 3,000 yuan, and his mother in his hometown is still waiting for him to
—Reads—Score—Shelves
-
After Destroying the Family, I Devoured All the Heavens, and the Rules and Strange Talk Fell to My Knees.
The cold rainwater mixed with sticky blood meandered along the cracks of the bluestone slabs and merged into the shallow depression in the center of the courtyard, dyeing the reflected waning moon into a dirty scarlet. Lin Mo leaned against the cold pillars of the ancestral hall, his chest rising and falling violently, and every breath pulled at the bone-deep wounds under his ribs. The smell of blood was so strong that it couldn't be dissipated, mixed with the smell of rain and earth, straight i
—Reads—Score—Shelves