Take an Angel to Cultivate Immortality

It is said that Ma Liang drew ten suns, Hou Yi shot down nine of them, and one shot crookedly and pierced the sky. Nuwa went to patch up the sky. After patching up, Kuafu went to chase the sun. After his death, he turned into two mountains and blocked the door of Yugong. Yugong started to move the mountains. He threw the excess soil into the sea and accidentally drowned Jingwei. In order to take revenge, Jingwei filled the sea too much and caused a flood. A man named Dayu came to smelt water. But the water was too big and Ma Liang drowned. This story tells us: "Don't doodle when you have nothing to do"

I followed from the online game Great Sword Emperor. The author did not originally write at Qidian, and I have not seen this book. I came across the online game book in a pirated version. I am an old bookworm, and I have dozens of books on my bookshelf at the same time. I spend nearly a hundred yuan a month on both Starting Point and Creation, which is not a lot. But there are so many books that I can't subscribe to every one of them. If I read them all, I'd probably lose about 500 yuan a month. No matter how much money I have, I won't be able to read them. Therefore, I generally don't subscribe to popular books. I only support books that are well written but have poor results, for fear that they will be discontinued. Death Knock, or Holy Sword, has already been published, and I feel a little sad that the story of the Great Sword Emperor is gone. I read about two hundred copies of this book, and suddenly I entered the fan list and saw that I was actually ranked 25th. There are 500 chapters in this book. If I ordered all of them, it would definitely cost more than 7,000 book coins. The third place in the fan list is only 7,000? It can be seen from this that there are not many people in the bookstore. I know that the author posted it from Qidian, but I didn't go to Qidian to read it. The main reason is that Qidian has already reached a high level of v, while QQ is only v5 and I want to upgrade to vip. But I feel like this book is not bad at all. I also can't read books written by so-called masters-they're not good at all. It has been 11 years since I started reading online novels in the second grade of junior high school. There are fewer and fewer good books, and they are all routine novels. This book is a rare masterpiece, yet so few people have read it. In other words, there are very few genuine ones~ I understand the feelings of some people who watch piracy, but it's just a part of them. They can't do anything about it, but some are simply proud of piracy. So, sorry.

I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return, like the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, regardless of the morning, I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, never resting, I still like you very much, like the stars smashing towards the earth, until death, I still like you very much, like the sunshine. Spreading all over the world, you are gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much. Like the wind blowing in my heart, I still like you very much. Like rain and wine falling on the tropics and the polar regions. Even though you are thousands of miles away, I still like you very much. Like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea and breathing softly. Even if you are crazy and angry, I still like you very much. Like the old city gate that I have been waiting for for many years. I still like you very much. Like a whale starved of oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, I still like you very much. Like a subject waiting for the restoration of a dynasty. It is far away. I still like you very much. Willows are moving, cicadas are chirping, and sunset tides. I can't help myself. I still like you very much. Like clouds drifting ninety thousand miles away. , I still like you very much without ever taking a break, like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night, I still like you very much, like the stars running through the 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 like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt that I still like you very much. I like you very much, like a shrew scolding the street, being unreasonable, I still like you very much, like the rain falling all night long on the green greenery, Juanjuan does not hesitate, I still like you very much, like the rain falling in the plum rain season, endless, I still like you very much, like the smoke curling up a little, Tangli frying snow falling again, I still like you very much, like flying rain. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret. Even if I say a thousand words, I still like you very much. Like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again. Over and over 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 formation of clouds. I still like you very much, bit by bit, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, blurred by neon, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, rolling into mud, I still like you very much, like the raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed, I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into the eyes, I still like you very much after a glance thousands of miles away, like the last stroke of the hairpin head phoenix. I still like you very much after falling in love. Like the red curtain on a spring night, I still like you very much. I still fear that I still like you very much when I think of you. Like the bumps and convexities that catch the torrential rain. I still like you very much when it enters the ditch. Like the clouds and smoke turning into the gentle rain, I still like you very much, like a monk who has been wandering for too long. I still like you very much despite all difficulties. I still like you very much, like the green leaves of spring and the sunshine of summer. They are not as good as you. I still like you very much. Like a thousand piles of snow rolled up by the cliff. Years pass by. I still like you very much. Like the sky full of meteors falling to the ground and fireworks wantonly. I still like you very much. Like the waves hugging the rocks again and again. I still like you very much with all my strength. I love you, like a fish returning to its hometown along the ocean current. I still like you when we meet unexpectedly. Like a whisper wrapped around my ears by the wind, my heart beats wildly. I still like you very much. Like a child learning to speak, I still like you very much. Like the chirping of a child in the rain. I might as well go back. I still like you very much. Like the uncontrollable murmur in a dream. It's all about you. I still like you very much. Like you. Dressed up and waiting for a ten-year holiday, I don't know the truth, so I still like you very much, like longing for you like a river passing away, non-stop, I still like you very much, like a cliff flattening and a whole forest reborn, I still like you very much when you are in the shade of the tree, like yellow flowers piled on the ground, an old friend thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like a fishnet in my throat, like a sweet treat, I still like you very much, like a sea of changes. Tian, when the stars have passed, I still like you very much, like the yellowing part in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, I still like you very much after losing my voice, like the stars playing in the dark night for hundreds of millions of years, I still like you very much without complaining, like the old opera in the old city, I still like you with gentle words, like the overlord saying goodbye to Yu Ji, I still like you very much even if the situation has to be forced, like the lone star falling on 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 Hongdou dimly, lovesickly. 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 in the desert, no one asks me about it, like the rain falling on the lake, the heart-stopping friendship, the silent silence of Liao, I still like you very much, like the wine hidden in the winding alleys, the streets, I still like you very much, like the sound of music in the heart, the palace and the business angle. 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 a mulberry tree moving across the sea or a bridge planting in the north, out of season. I still like you very much, like a soldier riding alone, with enemies in all directions. I still like you very much. Du Ruo is old and defeated by Cha Mi. 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 a dream demon falling into a boundless dream, 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 never meet again in this life. To put it simply, I am experienced in water.

It is rare to find a good book in the vast sea of ​​books. It is impossible for such a beautiful book to be ranked so low. It must have been buried, buried by the dust. Gold will always shine. I hope the light of this piece of gold can be kept.

The protagonist is too cowardly and mother-in-law, so you can fall in love with it if you like it. He has traveled through time and space and is still afraid of this and that. I just read the novel to relax, be happy, and have fun. There is no passion or laughter in the whole book. Even if it is a pretentious and slap-in-the-face novel, it is better than this, from beginning to end!

What I don't like is that the protagonist is too cowardly. He defrauds people of money and magic weapons, and then works for them and serves them well. He snatched all his eggs, almost killed him, and then became his disciple.

It's not good-looking, maybe it's okay for newcomers, but it's not good-looking for old book friends like me.

The first feeling is very good. I thought it was an infatuated protagonist. You can write it as you like. There are so many ambiguities. One angel is enough. Why do you want to have so many women? Does every book really have to go the harem route? I hate watching the harem the most! I really don't know what you authors think, but every book has to write about so many harems. The beginning is okay, but later on when the protagonist starts to accept other women, he has the urge to scold the author. Originally, they were in a good relationship, so why are the third and fourth parties here? If you write about infatuation, just write it well! I want to write about the appearance of the third and fourth parties. It was originally a good time to read, but the mood of reading a good book was ruined by Dongfang Yu'er and others.

Forget about the protagonist being lecherous. If you don't kill that girl in palace attire, forget about it and save her. I'm convinced that the author dares to write such a plot.

If you don't want to write too many heroines, don't write so much ambiguity. In a good single-girl novel, no matter how many female supporting characters appear in it, the reader will not feel that it is a harem. And the novel you wrote has that kind of ambiguous and emotionless feeling.