Fanqie catalogue
Books by kkkia
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From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Highway Survival: A Pink Tricycle from the Start? 公路求生：开局一辆粉红三轮？
On an endless highway, Su Xiaoyu starts from the beginning with a pink tricycle that’s about to fall apart and an AI called Lulu, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. While everyone else is wailing and fighting in the channel, she calmly analyzes supply and demand. “Trading blueprints for a basic water purifier. Need metal parts. DM me.” “Buying all kinds of seeds. Can trade antibiotics or intel.” At first, people came to her only for her blueprints and information. There was Old Chen, the earnest co
8Reads—Score—Shelves
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Highway Survival: From a Beat-Up Tricycle to a Mobile Castle 公路求生：从破烂三轮到移动城堡
Surviving the wasteland is too cutthroat? Lin Wan chooses to lie flat, right inside the pink little truck she renovated herself. While everyone else fights monsters and levels up, she focuses on interior decorating. While others team up for adventures, she busies herself picking up "pets": a cat that can sound the alarm, a dog that keeps watch, and a parrot whose voice crackles with static. From a "scrap-metal tricycle" to a "heavily modified RV," her mobile home gets more and more outrageous.
5Reads—Score—Shelves
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I Bound Myself to the World-Destroying God by Winning Him Over in Reverse 我靠反向攻略绑定灭世神明
Bound to the god's redemption system, Yun Jiao's mission is to warm and influence the fragments of the god who are about to perish. Looking at the cold master, the paranoid tyrant, the world-weary vampire... Yun Jiao smiled: Warmth? That's so boring. So—— The master was practicing forbidden skills, but she reported back; The tyrant wants to kill people, so she encourages rebellion; The prince asked for his first embrace, and she presented him with a silver bullet. The system crashed and screamed
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She Tore Up the Divorce Agreement 她撕掉了离婚协议书
On our wedding anniversary, I made my husband the tiramisu he “loved most.” But he gently reminded me, “Weiwei, you forgot. I’m allergic to nuts.” Yet I clearly remembered that the hazelnut-covered tiramisu was what brought us together all those years ago. That night, in a hidden compartment in his study, I found a whole box of unopened allergy medication and an ID card bearing a name completely different from the one on our marriage certificate. In a flash, I remembered his former business riva
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