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Demons in the Apocalypse 末世戏妖
A torrential storm floods a city in the north. The apocalypse begins in a chaotic age! At a ruined relay station, a refugee boy sees a powerful family’s retainer slaughter an old woman. He boldly steps in, taking down more than a dozen elite guards with his bare hands! The legitimate daughter, Lü Ning'er, offers him a lavish betrothal gift and a treasured tempered blade, entrusting her life to him! He possesses peerless martial skills and carries strategies to conquer the world in his heart. He
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A Mistaken Kiss with Yuqing: Rouge Tears and Blades in Republican-Era China 错吻玉卿：民国胭脂泪与刀
“See her? That's the ‘Jade Guanyin.’” “She really is gorgeous, and cold as ice. You can't even touch her.” “Hmph, I hear she only dances and drinks with clients. She never stays the night.” “She's in that line of work. Who is she trying to fool with that prim act?” Su Yuqing stood alone at the edge of the dance floor. She wore a moon-white satin qipao, its close-fitting fabric gleaming faintly. The waist was cinched just right, accentuating her slender figure. Her collarbones were delicately def
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The Nine Lives of the Ming Dynasty: Nirvana Outside the Palace Walls 昭明九命：涅槃于宫墙之外
In the third year of Zhongdatong, Prince Zhaoming Xiao Tong died of illness, but he was reborn because of the gift of nine lives from the civet he rescued in the past. He borrowed the power of the palace maid Qinghe to escape from the palace by changing his identity as a eunuch. He put aside his obsession with becoming a prince and went among the people with his knowledge of "Selected Works of Zhaoming", his concept of lenient punishment and his experience in disaster relief. On the way, he was
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The Last Rite of Winter Clothes 寒衣末典
There’s always been a question I can’t resolve: Why is life so exhausting? What, exactly, has this age given us? As the most insignificant drop in the tide of our times, what is the meaning of our existence? I once searched for answers in other people’s stories, but came away empty-handed. Feel-good power fantasies can’t give them to me. That isn’t my life. Romance stories can’t either. I’m not that brave, nor am I that absurd. I think most people are like me. Those questions churned day and nig
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