Fanqie library
Browse
- Titles
- 4
Every Fanqie book we index, searchable by title, author or tag.
-
Siheyuan: No, the First Uncle Is My Biological Father!
[No hostility] [No demonization] [No system] [Age of the times] Industry flow] Once he traveled through time, Chen An discovered that he had won the "Travel Blind Box" The hidden model - one parent died, and he started with the identity of a cadre. He thought he was getting the script of the struggle of the times, until he heard "Red Star" The names of "Rolling Mill" and "Siheyuan". Broken! I fell into the devil's cave of "Qinman Siheyuan"! There is no system, no plug-ins, the only thing you can
218Reads—Score—Shelves
-
Reborn as Hokage, I Am the Daimyo of Snow Country
The protagonist was unexpectedly reborn as "Fenghua Hayeyuki", the name of the Snow Country. At that time, the Snow Country was controlled by the powerful minister "Fengka Furuma". The country was frozen in war and extreme cold. Due to its remote location and lack of resources, it was marginalized in the ninja world. With the understanding of the world of Naruto, the protagonist not only wants to regain political power and revitalize the Snow Country, but also finds a way to survive in the crack
28Reads—Score—Shelves
-
Back to High School: What the Hell Are Pokémon?
The biological clock struck six-thirty on time, and Lin Zhou suddenly sat up from the bed, with the broken hair on his forehead still messy as if he hadn't woken up. It was just dawning outside the window, and on the wall of the old residential building, the air conditioner was humming, mixed with the aroma of fried dough sticks coming from the breakfast stall downstairs - everything was exactly the same as the summer in my memory when I was seventeen. "It's over, it's over. I stayed up late yes
4Reads—Score—Shelves
-
Crimson Rain: Doomsday Game
When Lin Chen opened his eyes with a severe headache, the world outside the window was shrouded in a strange scarlet color. Raindrops hit the glass intensively, forming a meandering blood-red stream that slowly dripped along the window edge. The air was filled with a sweet smell like rust, mixed with an indescribable sense of decay, which made him cover his mouth and nose subconsciously. "What the hell kind of weather is this?" He struggled to sit up and found that he was lying on the floor of
—Reads—Score—Shelves