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Books by He He He He
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- From the Start, in the Land of Water, but a Fence-Sitter 开局水之国，但墙头草 You're an ordinary member of the Taketori clan, one of the Anbu in the Hidden Mist Village. It's an ordinary day. Your teacher, your lover, your superior, the Fourth Mizukage Yagura Karatachi, tells you he intends to purge the Hidden Mist Village and kill every bloodline clan in the Land of Water. His youthful, baby-faced features have never looked so cold. “Tose, run. Get out of the Land of Water. Don't make me kill you with my own hands.” So you strike first, ambush him, and leave him badly 609Favorites672Clicks/ch908Gifts
- Since I Was Slacking Off in History Class, Do I Have to Transmigrate to Ancient Times? 因为在历史课上摸鱼，所以就该穿越回古代吗？ As a good young person of the modern age, isn't chatting with my wife while slacking off in online class perfectly normal? Especially during boring history lessons!! Everyone else was slacking off too, so why? Why was I the only one who transmigrated?!!!!! (Ahem, I don't know whether my wife transmigrated too.) Hey~ You think I'm going to use modern technology, advanced ideas, and a future person's all-knowing perspective to conquer the ancient world? Ha, let me tell you, kid: A!B!SO!LUTE!LY! NO 2Favorites55Clicks/ch—Gifts
- After Being Adopted by Nobles from Another World 被异界贵族收养后 [Pure Yuri + Western Fantasy, Fake Narcissism in the Early Story] Whenever people read about transmigrating to another world, the protagonist always gets lucky! But He Wangshu is different. She transmigrated in a plane crash along with everyone else on board. The beautiful elves in the forest, the lush and graceful trees, and the plump rabbits all show just how different this world is. When everyone was fighting desperately to make ends meet in the middle of the night, they unexpectedly received 1Favorites15Clicks/ch—Gifts
- Let Me See My Ashes 给我看看我的骨灰 In the distant corridor, old memories stir. I raise my wine cup and pour a vintage drink. Where will your ethereal spirit visit me in my dreams? My brush falls on rough paper, but the ink will not flow. Facing the black marks alone, I can only grieve. The past sinks beneath the sands, while a solitary wisp of smoke rises. Willow catkins scatter, their fragrance gone. In the third watch of this night, I hear your voice, and the moon shines through the western window. Your heart and mine, fused t 1Favorites151Clicks/ch—Gifts
