After Traveling Through the Books, He Became the Protagonist's Villainous Brother-in-law

Do you like men or women?

Basic routines for fantasy immortality novels: Upgrade, fight monsters and pick up treasures, Cave Academy Auction After completing the mission, go to the dungeon and change the map of the fairy world. He is extremely talented and has good bones. One year of practice is worth ten years. Refining alchemy, practicing weapons and formations, I am a multi-faceted expert. There is an old man in the ring, and a pet is a mythical beast Bai Fumei all falls in love with me, even if the protagonist is very funny Occasionally visit roadside stalls and buy bricks on a whim After returning home, I found a broken version of the ancient artifact. The beauty is hungry in the mountains, a roast chicken makes Fangxin happy The technique of roasting chicken is very delicate, specially designed for picking up girls. A love triangle between the male protagonist and the female protagonist, and the male protagonist is surrounded by beauties. The tiger's body is shaken and the domineering energy leaks out. I will accept all the beauties of my little brother. The villain's brain has no limits, and he sends his subordinates to give him experience My partners are all scumbags. They stand aside from the fight to show their surprise. Lots of ideas, good luck, junk skills turn into treasures You can sweep across the same level, and it's not difficult to fight across levels. Even if he is a waste now, he will definitely become a genius in the future Feng shui has been taking turns for thirty years. Don't bully me into being poor as a young man. A continent is so big that it can accommodate hundreds of trillions of people The two ends are several light years apart. I can cross them in three months. Although there are many countries, the customs and culture are all the same Currency Grades Weights and Measures, Common Mandarin in Mainland China The master is very powerful and can destroy the world with one move But after tens of thousands of years of fighting, the mountains and seas still look the same The protagonist is always healed when injured and will never become disabled It doesn't matter if you never go to school, reading and writing will come naturally You open your mouth and shut up to defy heaven. What does God owe you? Use the halo magic skill to activate plug-ins and kill immortals, Buddhas and demons at will. Water experience water experience water experience

The bosses are trying to scare me. Several heroes have been removed from the comment section! I can't afford it! ! ! Xiao Hei works for more than ten hours a day and earns 100 yuan, so that he can enjoy nightlife and girlfriends. He comes back to write novels. It is simply to enrich his spiritual world and bring a moment of spiritual enrichment to his bosses. I solemnly declare here that my original intention is definitely not to "kill" people! ! ! Don't enter if you have a weak heart or if you have a high IQ. At the beginning, Li Yubai was a little timid to save his life, but in the end, he is still very handsome and very cool, and he will not deceive the master 100%! Bosses who are not afraid of "death" can give it a try. It's a bit sweet to get through the first few chapters and ignore the typos that I haven't finished correcting since I have a high school diploma. All joking aside, please don't make fun of my book-reading boss. I have only one principle: reading books, whether they are genuine readers or online readers, are the bosses and the breadwinners. Come on, a primary school student, who has read only a few words, is here to complain about my reader boss, talk about trolls and other things, and talk about trolling, and call me this is a rubbish book. I'm sorry, you are my reader, you paid to read it, and call me a rubbish book, I will also thank you for feeding me. But, damn, you don't even have a bookshelf. You didn't read it for more than a few minutes, and you just sprayed it here and there and disgusted me. I don't agree with this! Yes, I have no ability. As a poor working man, I can't earn you a pack of cigarettes even if I write for several hours a day, but I just don't obey! You can call me rubbish, but at least you have seen it. You call my books rubbish, you call me rubbish, and you ask me readers, is this considered trolling? Then I point my finger in your face and call you trash, what do you think? I've talked too much, and my mentality is a bit unbalanced. I won't say more. I have to get up early tomorrow to move bricks. Thank you to all the readers of Xiaohei who support me, thank you! I still want to walk millions of words with Li Yubai, but I can't come here. I come here once in a while, but I almost don't take it away. The waste smoke in my heart makes the situation worse for me who is not rich. QQ reader group number: 515171681 This is a newly created group, bosses are welcome to join, new group, really new, when I get my publishing fee, I will save a few breakfasts and give out red envelopes🧧! Don't add anyone who just wants to scold me. After all, I've written millions of words to get rid of you. I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand my hand speed! A stepping stone: Reply to the name of any character in the book, and the payment value is required to be no less than 100. Live, author, in the group!

It's coming, it's finally coming. No way. Xiao Hei is very eager to add an egg to the noodles every day for the next month. Thanks to: Thank you very much for the free mid-term of new books. Book friends who have walked with Li Yubai together, thank you for your recommendation votes, thank you for your collection, thank you for your comments, thank you for letting me know that I am not alone, and I still have your support behind me. Xiao Hei feels extremely honored that Li Yubai can meet you, readers, grandpa, this summer. Thanks and gratitude to every reader. Here, I would like to express my special thanks for my editor's message. Thank you to the first helmsman of our family, Boss Yanyu. The word for this word is pronounced "玎 (su)". Xiaohei found out after searching on Baidu for a long time. When I wrote words of thanks before, it seemed that they were all wrongly written, and they were written as jade. I was also surprised that the dots of jade were on the top. Xiaohei has gone to school, but not much. Because his family is poor, he went to work after finishing junior high school. He has no education. Many times there will be some big problems in the wording and use of words. Thank you very much for your tolerance. Many enthusiastic readers have pointed out to me, and I have corrected my mistakes. Thank you again to these great people. Secondly, I would like to thank Brother Nitian Xiaojian, who is second on the fan list, for his persistence in me over the years. Xiaohei has been writing books for a while, maybe because his experience is not good enough, and his writing skills are not good enough, so his performance has been wandering in the Mediterranean. Brother Nitian Xiaojian is the leader of my "Ultimate Old Class", my first leader, and the only leader. He has followed me for several books. Thank you, thank you for your kindness in nurturing me. I feel that my book and I are both your works. In addition, I would also like to thank Boss Fanzhan Fireworks, Boss Feirenzai, and Boss Fan for their rewards. Thanks atm008, I am the author Da Da, Ying Qin YQ, One World, Happy Pig, Zhang Dongsheng, Ergou Children's Shoes, Promise Me Three Thousand Ink,... Boring, Kasuga Ye Qiong, Rohue., You lose, heartache without regrets, wind and cloud, wonderful feeling, Liquor, time flies, enrich every day, Brother Long, Ganfa, Kuroko, Ink Raft Waver, Come and hit me if you have the kind, Guan Yu, no holiday on June 1st, Huajiu, fish that can't swim, Xi, impermanence of the world, Xuanzi, mountains and seas can be equal, bells of the Roman church °, Tianji Wang Hexi, Chen Yixi, pretending. , Dark Night, etc., Etc., Etc., Etc., Etc., Etc. The recommendation votes cast by readers and grandfathers. Thank you. Each of your recommendation votes is precious to Xiaohei! Future: It's on the shelves. As of 14:37:16 on July 31, 2020, "The Villain's Brother-in-law Who Became the Protagonist after Traveling Through a Book" has 4,226 collections. See you in the next update! I hope that readers, grandpas, can go on with Xiaohei and continue reading on QQ. Be grateful, thank you. See you in the next update! (About updated numbers, cough, spray lightly) ... Li Yubai: Everyone present, can you give "Chen Sibi" an egg for throwing money at the street? Ling Shuangxue: It is said that someone is getting married. Li Yubai coughed: No harem, really no harem, we are true love, Bei Chenyun is an accident. Beichen Yun: I will never marry that evil dog! Well, husband, why are you avoiding me and not consummating your marriage? Nan Chenfeng: Damn! I, the mighty Nanchen Grandmaster, bought an expensive sixth-grade beast core for Loneliness! Cabinet Old Master: Your Majesty, I have made a decision for you. Let Li Yujiao take it first. If Li Shanqing doesn't fight well on the southern front, give her daughter two swords to give him some motivation. Li Shanqing: Damn it, arrest my daughter. Son, I don't know if you are interested in becoming emperor! Li Yubai: Beichen Yun, what do you think if I kill your brother? Beichen Yun: As long as my father is not killed, I will just sit and watch. After all the promised extras are written and placed in the group, the group number will be announced. I'm afraid of being sprayed. I will update a lot today. I hope readers can comment on "short and weak" at the end of the first chapter of our VIP chapter. In that way, Xiao Hei is short and short, and everyone is smiling. Off to code. See you in updates!

Readers and grandparents can leave [name + gender + simple character or appearance story], and hope we can grow together.

After reading Chapter 16, I was very confused. Why was the female protagonist not unblocked when the male protagonist insulted her? Why was she suddenly unblocked in Chapter 16? If her innocence is not as good as the lives of the family members, why would she commit suicide? Shouldn't she kill the male protagonist and then commit suicide? This has formed a circular misunderstanding. Although I haven't started reading the rest of it, if the female protagonist doesn't know that she is a leftover saint, that's easy to say. But if she knows that she is a saint, then the problem arises again

I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return. I still like you very much, like the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like the clouds that wander ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the stars that smash into the earth until death. I still like you very much, like the sunshine that fills the sky and the earth, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart, crisp and charming. I still like you very much, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea, breathing softly and full of madness. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that has been waiting for many years, standing alone. I still like you very much, like a whale starving for oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, enjoying it endlessly. I still like you very much, like a subject waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, like the cicadas chirping in the willows, the sunset and the tide, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, never resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years, without complaining. I still like you very much, like the spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like the spring grass dyeing the green ridge, no doubt. I still like you very much, like a shrew who scolds the street and is unreasonable. I still like you very much, like the rain that falls all night long on green flowers, and Juanjuan does not hesitate to do so. I still like you very much, like the rain falling in the plum rain season, which lasts forever. I still like you very much, like the smoke curling up from a kitchen stove, and Tangli frying snow and falling rain. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with sea fish. It's hard to decide whether to stay or not. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret with thousands of words. I still like you very much, like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, like the sun and the moon taking turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like the layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky and the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, turning into mud. I still like you very much, like the raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, softly dissipating. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into the eyes, with a glance thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like the last stroke of Mr. Chai Tou Feng, who loves you so much. I still like you very much, like the red curtain on a spring night, which is endless in dreams, and I am still afraid of thinking about you. I still like you very much, like the green leaves of spring and the sunshine of summer, which are not as good as you. I still like you very much, like the green leaves of spring and the sunshine of summer, which are not as good as yours. I still like you very much, like the thousands of piles of snow rolled up by the cliff, all the years are like eve. I still like you very much, like the sky full of meteors falling to the ground, and the fireworks are wanton. I still like you very much, like the waves hugging the rocks again and again, trying their best. I still like you very much, like the fish returning to their hometown along the ocean current, meeting by chance. I still like you very much, like the whisper of the wind in the ears, my heart beats. I still like you very much, like the babbling children learning to speak, unable to express their feelings. I still like you very much, like the chirping of Zigui in the rain. It is better to go back. I still like you very much, like the uncontrollable murmurs in a dream, it's all you. I still like you very much, like dressing up and waiting for a ten-year holiday. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like longing for you that flows eastward like a river, non-stop. I still like you very much, like the cliff flattening and a whole forest regenerates, and you are in the shade. I still like you very much, like yellow flowers piled all over the ground, with old friends thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, as if it's like a lump in my throat, and I'm so sweet. I still like you very much, like the sea changing into the mulberry fields, and the stars changing. I still like you very much, like the yellowed passage in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, losing the voice. I still like you very much, like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years, without complaining. I still like you very much, like the old opera excerpts in the old city, with gentle words. I still like you very much, like the overlord bidding farewell to Concubine Yu, the love has to be forced. I still like you very much, like a lonely star falling over the moon, I can't bear to abandon you. I still like you very much, like a quiet pear blossom, drifting away in the wind. I still like you very much, like red beans dim and lovesick. I still like you very much, like a spring swallow shears the rain, regardless of the wet clothes. I still like you very much, like the sand rising thousands of feet in the desert, no one asks about you. I still like you very much, like the rain falling on the lake when people are frightened to join each other. I still like you very much, just like the ancient green lantern Buddha in Shaolin Temple, I don't want to cross myself. I still like you very much, like a deer hiding in the deep forest, standing alone, timid and looking forward to the end. I still like you very much, as obsessed as drinking poison to quench my thirst. No medicine can cure it. I still like you very much, like rain falling 70,000 meters from the sky, not afraid of turning into mud. I still like you very much, like the sunshine all over the city and the spring breeze ten miles away. I still like you very much, like mulberry trees moving across the sea and orange trees growing in the north, out of season. I still like you very much, just like a soldier riding a thousand miles alone, with enemies in all directions. I still like you very much. Du Ruo is old and defeated Tumi. I still like you very much, just like the dead grass burns out and the wind rises again last night. I still like you very much, like a hermit drinking in the mist of the mountains and getting drunk with the afterglow at night, and my mood is as clean as a ray. I still like you very much, like a worm shaking a tree without overestimating its own abilities. I still like you very much, like falling into a boundless nightmare, sleeping deeply and unable to wake up. I still like you very much, like sand in my eyes, tears like rain. I still like you very much, just like year after year, the weeds are meandering all over the mountains. I still like you very much, like a roc that rides on the wind for ninety thousand miles, and cannot rest on a tree. I still like you very much, just like grinding and dyeing plain clothes, enjoying the fragrance. I still like you very much, just like Jiuqing Shenglan, the heart is still in love, the west city sings and sings, the brocade lingers and the phoenix breathes. I still like you very much, like a silkworm willing to reel silk, regardless of life or death. I still like you very much, like the spring breeze ten miles away, not as good as you. I still like you very much, even if we will never meet again in this life.

The title is novel, and what arrangements you make are the author's business. Whether you like it or not, go away. I think it is very interesting. Why do you have to write in the style you like all day long? Don't worry about it, come on! ! !

Isn't it poisonous to be raped by the protagonist's predecessor, and then become stronger after awakening but fall in love with the male protagonist under the arrangement of the author? I feel sorry for the heroine.

The full text of Lao Xiao is nonsense. I don't know what it is and why are you recommending it to me? This is just me?