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Books by Suyan
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From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Zhuang Zhou’s Dream Memories 狐妖小红娘：庄生忆梦
“No breaking up canon couples,” “No harem,” “Yeah, it’s all ‘sugar.’” I thought it was lucky to transmigrate into the world of Fox Spirit Matchmaker, but I never expected to become an outsider creature. I thought becoming an outsider creature was bad enough, but it turned out things could get even worse: after entering the circle, I ran straight into the Third Young Master of Aolai Kingdom! Thank goodness, thank goodness, the Third Young Master let me go. But then I ran into Shi Kuan and Fan Yun
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Night Traveler 黑夜旅行者
Hundreds of years after the nuclear war, our descendants built the final ark here. This is the last paradise where humans can survive. Order, chaos. Protect, destroy. Hope, despair. Machinery and superpowers intertwine to create a movement of depravity and desolation. In the dirty Dream Demon Bar, Li Xinghe slowly opened his empty eyes. "I am also stained with turbidity, and I have come to exchange for the brightness of the night."
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Help, the Villain I Wrote Ran Out of the Book 救命，我写的反派从书里跑出来了
Xu Qingfeng turned on the computer, entered the web link, and entered the post bar. He planned to ask the all-powerful netizen. "Help guys, I'm a street writer. The villain in my novel ran away from the book. What should I do now? I'm waiting online. It's very urgent." After a while, Xu Qingfeng entered the post bar again, continued to ask questions under the original post, and pinned it to the top. "Damn, this time the male protagonist also ran out of the book. Wait, he didn't start a fight wit
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Before the End, Ascend to Immortality 终末之前，羽化升仙
A magnificent heavenly palace stood high above the clouds, where the faint strains of immortal music drifted through the air. Above the ninth heaven, countless immortals and Buddhas stood in orderly ranks, looking down on all living beings. On the clouds below, innumerable celestial soldiers stood in crisp formation, weapons in hand, their presence imposing. The mortals on the ground bowed and knelt, listening to the command of the “Immortal Venerable”: The Great Way is flawed, and calamity has
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