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Books by Two Taels of Peanuts and a Little Wine
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The Fated Wage Slave, Also Known as Meeting Myself 天命打工人又名见自己
In my world, I am an ordinary person. In this world, I became the star who saves the world. People have good and evil in them, and their emotions have their limits. What kind of story does one-third of a green stone hold in this world? The hardest thing in life is knowing yourself. But what is the self? A jumble of emotions and desires? Or a single thought consumed by greed, anger, and ignorance? After seeing myself and feeling both my original self and my true self, I became open-minded and bra
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Greenstone: To See Heaven and Earth 绿石之见天地
When someone stretches out both hands, there are left and right sides, as well as top and bottom. Are they the two sides of good and evil? Or the two sides of Heaven and Hell? It turns out that all of this was caused by a third of a meteorite from beyond the heavens. This world gained people with innate and acquired abilities, all known as “Fated Ones.” From among them emerged the “Destiny Envoys.” What is the “Heaven” in heavenly destiny? Is destiny set in stone, something that can be overcome,
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Records of the People of Taihua 太华众生录
Lu Wuming: Life is fleeting, as insignificant as a drop in the ocean. One may wander through prosperous Shenghua by day and the Great Void by night. Jia Guo: When turmoil begins, a thousand-year road lies ahead. Wake up, and you are free at last. The boundless blue sky never returns. Who knows who is merely a player in this drama? Liu Yijing: In rough clothes and straw sandals, with a pot of wine, I drink away all the world's sorrows. Injustice is as abundant as the sands of the Ganges; my blade
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Two Guns 两杆枪
Out of the corner of her eye, Zhang Wenwen suddenly caught sight of someone staggering. “Must be tough, trying to catch a train after drinking that much.” The figure was neither very far away nor very close. If she focused, she could make it out well enough. The swaying figure had become the “protagonist” in Zhang Wenwen's eyes. She glanced from the train to the person, silently working out the distance between them. “They should make it, right?” Thinking of the power struggles at her comp
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