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Dragon Ball: Transmigrating at the Cell Games 龙珠之从沙鲁游戏开始穿越
A modern Dragon Ball fan transmigrates by chance, his soul taking over the core of Cell's life force as it nears destruction in a Kamehameha. Before he can vanish completely, he uses the last of his energy to tear open space and flee to a remote corner of Earth, where he becomes a remnant egg and falls into a deep sleep. When he awakens...
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Back to the Era When Those Peach Blossom Debts Began 重回那个桃花债开始的时代
Come read more of my works on Yuewen's websites!
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Ze Lin Across the Nine Heavens 泽临九天
A strange dream and three wishes send Kang Mingyuan, an overworked city employee, transmigrating into the body of Kang Chengze, a young imperial grandson in a cultivation dynasty. He plans to keep his head down and survive, but his talents are anything but ordinary: three spiritual roots, powerful mental strength, and bizarrely over-the-top basic spells... Not to mention an eccentric crew of outstanding allies: a sarcastic Foundation Establishment cat uncle, a scheming Nascent Soul mother, a sto
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Transmigrated to the Imperial Dynasty: The Bandit Brothers’ Life as Princes 穿越皇朝,悍匪兄弟的皇子生活
I'm thinking, I'm thinking. Don't rush me!
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Where My Heart Finds Peace 吾心安处
Told from the unique perspective of a cat named Zhuangzhuang, originally called Xiaodai, this is a heartwarming story about waiting, loss, and reunion. Before setting off on a trip to the glaciers, the cat’s family leaves it at home, promising they’ll be back soon. But they’re caught in a blizzard and die in an accident, never to return. Alone in the empty house, Zhuangzhuang goes from waiting patiently to falling into despair. Driven by hunger, it learns to open the refrigerator and catch fish
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A Modern Survival Guide for Demons, Ghosts, Gods, and Monsters 妖鬼神魔现代生存指南
This is a parallel Earth where gods and demons coexist! A spin-off of the QQ Reading novel Sun Wukong’s Postmodern Life.
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Phantom Mirror Hunter 虚镜猎手
The rifle stock bore the dents I had made by knocking against it. Twenty years later, this “Lark” inexplicably found its way back to me. Four hundred meters away, “I” held the same rifle, with the same dents in its stock. We pulled the triggers at the same time. The world froze. A silver-eyed woman approached from behind me. “Congratulations, SIM-047. You’ve broken out of the sandbox for the seventh time.” Code flowed through my veins. Forty-seven versions of “me” struggled inside the server. My
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My Days of Slacking Off on Livestream 我在直播摆烂的那些日子
Lately, I keep coming across this pitch on a livestreaming platform, set on some island or deep in the mountains: “We'll pay you 30,000 a month to stay here for five years without leaving the mountains or the island. There are no neighbors nearby, and you'll have everything you need. Raise chickens and grow vegetables, chop your own firewood and cook your own meals. There's water, electricity, internet, every appliance you could want, and a partner to keep you company. A peaceful life in the mou
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Reborn as a Sick Bear, I Was Found by a Human Girl 穿成病熊后被人类少女捡到了
I, Xiong Lin, was once the demon king who lounged around and ate my way to victory in the True Demon Realm. Now I've become a sick bear, waiting to die in a mountain hollow. When a herb-gathering girl approached with a knife, I'd already given up resisting. But then she chewed up some herbs and used them to treat my wounds. The spiritual energy in this world is thin and impure, but it's better than nothing. Still, how could the energy needed to heal these wounds possibly come from the little swe
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To You Far Away: Love Poems from Twenty Years 致远方的你二十年时光里的情诗
My dear: On the thirty-seventh day since you left, I finally found the peace of mind to turn our twenty years together into the longest love letter. Do you remember Christmas Eve in 2006? You were bundled up in that muddy-yellow down jacket, your voice hoarse as crumpled letter paper. Yet amid the mechanical routine of a blind date, I heard the rhythm of my heart skipping a beat. Only then did I realize that fate had already written our meeting into the story as a foreshadowing. All those awkw
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