Saint, Please Be at Peace

Lin Xun happened to be five years old when he traveled through time. Now he is going around in circles and is already annoying. However, Ling Xing will not always be mediocre in this life. If he dies later, he will still be waiting for him to come and renew his relationship.

For Lin Xun, the leftover girl is really the beam of light in life. The fact that the two of them have such a fate shows that they are really destined to be destined. Maybe Lin Xun doesn't know that the greatest gain he has gained in this world is the saint girl, right?

I just started reading it recently, and after more than 60 chapters, I felt like I didn't want to continue reading. It was very uncomfortable. The male protagonist and the female protagonist had a good life, and then the big-breasted girl moved next door, and then the female protagonist silly Baitian even invited her to be a guest, so I reluctantly endured it. After all, I think this book is quite good. Don't give up, but there will be another empress who almost kisses her, and she will definitely come to bother her. The author set up pure love for the male protagonist at the beginning, so don't let the male protagonist be so affectionate. I still can't bear it. In the past, I only had practice but no feelings, which meant that I had no feelings for other women. I think it's right, don't let him have any feelings that you shouldn't have, and cut them off when they should, otherwise it will leave other people's imagination, and then write about the harem in a logical way, right? Anyway, I am very annoyed by it. If there are all kinds of women popping up in the harem route, I will not continue reading. Don't think I am Okay, I respect the author, but my personal opinion will not change. I think pure love should be carried out to the end😐😐😐😐 No wonder the rating is low. This makes some people extremely uncomfortable. I give it two ⭐ because the male protagonist and the female protagonist are so in love, so envious, and very touching.

To be honest, I really enjoyed watching it at the beginning, but now that I have watched most of it, I feel a little uncomfortable. There are too many female supporting characters, and they all have feelings. It makes me uncomfortable as a person who likes single female protagonists. As of now, it seems unlikely that there will be a single female protagonist. What can I say? It's worth watching.

"The demon son of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, Lin Xun, is said to have three heads and six arms! He is more than ten feet tall! He carries the Demon Sect's magic gun and is bloodthirsty throughout his life! But Lin Xun has always been wearing a mask! No one has seen his true appearance! Legend has it that Lin Xun kept challenging the sect's integrity and reached the strongest level in the world at the age of eighteen! He is an immortal among immortals! But two years ago, Lin Xun suddenly disappeared! Everyone thought Lin Xun was dead! Until a few months ago, the last hexagram of the old man Tianji who had reached the end of his life, it was calculated that the reason why Lin Xun disappeared was because he wanted to break through again and become a being on par with Dao! Challenge the way of heaven! I want to go to heaven and stand side by side with Haotian! How overestimating this Lin Xun is! In the end, heaven strikes back! But the old man Tian Ji said at the end..." "Tianji old man said, 'Lin Xun was seriously injured and survived! He will reach his peak again in a hundred years! The Ten Thousand Demon Sect will unite the world, and the world will become an endless hell!'" "The last words of the old man Tianji were, 'Come to the forest to seek me! Zilin Saint Jiang Qingshang!' By the way, why is Zilin Saint Jiang Qingshang? She is the most beautiful woman in the world! She tops the list of beauties! The talent of swordsmanship is rare in ten thousand years! The first genius of the righteous path! She has become famous all over the world after practicing Taoism for three years. So what if it's a hundred years later! Our saint can definitely maintain order in the world! Kill that devil! " "A hundred years later! Lin Xun, who returned to the world, was seriously injured by the sword of Saint Zilin. The saint asked: Do you know why you died? Lin Xunda: Because you and I are incompatible with good and evil! 'No', the saint shook her head, 'because you disturbed my husband's peace'. As soon as she finished speaking, the saint swung her sword down. "

1 Si Kong Wangxing, 2 Jiang Qingshang, 3 Ruo Wangchen, 4 Jiang Nongqin, 5 Xia Xiaomeng, 6 Su Ying, 7 Bai Luoxue, 8 Zhuling, 9 Yaya

I'm here to steal your home. From now on, your name belongs to me😍

Lin Xun went to hear the book tell his story, and when he came back, he told his wife about it. The two discussed it for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

The female supporting role is well portrayed, the image is very plump, and the love for the protagonist is obvious, but to be honest, the more I watch it, the more uncomfortable it becomes. What can I say? If you have a single female protagonist, write a story about the male and female protagonist well. The harem should treat every heroine well

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