Douluo: I Can Steal Other People's Martial Arts Souls

The seven realms of novels! Which one have you arrived at? The seven realms of novels! You got to that one. Obsession period: As the name suggests, when you first enter the world of novels, you will be extremely obsessed with a novel. Whenever you have free time, you will read the novel, and the time spent reading the novel will become longer and longer. Fanatical stage: The state after the entranced stage is no longer enough to satisfy you just by reading novels. You often materialize novels, and occasionally your dreams are all about the world of novels. Addiction period: At this stage, you are already a top-notch master in the novel world and you can no longer satisfy yourself with one novel. You often read two or three novels at the same time, and when you are a complete novel, you will read four or five novels at the same time. Book-hunting period: At this point, one can be called a first-class expert in the novel world. The number of novels he has read is no less than double digits. The ordinary novels have satisfied him and he begins to pay attention to classic novels. Reading novels is no longer limited to a range of fairy tales, fantasy cities, and all major classics. Book-short period: At this stage, the novel can already be called the overlord. Ordinary novels are dismissive. If you open a new account and read the first twenty chapters, you will know whether the novel has the qualifications to become a god (note: it is not 100% accurate, it can only be said to be highly credible). Calm period: In this state, you can be called an emperor. Whether you read the novel or not is all a matter of thought. You can read the novel if you want to, and it can no longer influence you. If you are not satisfied with it, you can forget it and give up without even a trace of hesitation. You will never look back afterwards. The state is so powerful and terrifying. (Note: The credibility of predicting whether a new novel has the qualifications to become a god is much higher than the previous level) Antique Period: This state has become a god. All the legendary figures in the novel world, Shenlong, have the ability to write books (Note: Of course, we will not say that a completed book is a masterpiece. After all, this is the state of reading novels, not writing trumpets). Nine of the ten people who recommended the book read it and the remaining one could not help themselves because they had not read it yet. There is no doubt that the predicted book will come true. This realm of gods also has the legendary eighth realm of eternity, but that realm is too heaven-defying and is not tolerated by the laws of heaven in novels, so it cannot be expressed clearly. Maybe it is because of my lack of strength. No one can express it clearly except those in the eighth realm.

Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Snow Emperor, Ice Emperor, Bibi Dong, Huo Wu, Shui Bing'er, Poseidon, Bi Ji, Zi Ji, Gu Yuena, Qian Renxue, Bai Xiuxiu, A Yin, Liu Erlong, God of Life

Nowadays, when I open the light novels, they are basically Douluo fanfics. They are not only brainless but also pretentious. The protagonist is either Tang San's brother or his younger brother and a martial soul thief. He can reach levels 20 or 30 and kill people without doing anything.

Overall, I still don't like multiple female protagonists. The character structure is also good, and the plot is also good. All in all, just two words. Damn it! (Although this comment is only 2 words, its grammar is strict, and it uses The words are neat, the structure is ingenious, and the words are catchy. It can be said that the words are concise and the meaning is core. This shows that the reviewer has solid writing skills and is able to write with ease. Skill and ruthless creativity, plus ending with an exclamation point The tail is really a stroke of genius that has the finishing touch. The best choice for comments! The first among thousands of reviews! Damn it! Although this comment It's only 2 words, but the grammar is rigorous, the words are neat, and the structure is clever. It is catchy and can be said to be concise and concise, which shows that the reviewer has a solid writing skills. His calligraphy skills, as well as his dexterous writing skills and brutal creations The ability to create, plus the exclamation point at the end, is really a gift from God. The pen has the finishing touch effect and is really the best choice for commenting. Ah, the first of all comments

The most disgusting ones are those who say they don't have a harem. I don't want to see the door and turn right. Some people see it. I feel that the character of this protagonist is really more in line with my heart. I have only read the first few dozen chapters. I don't know what will happen next.

I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, just like stars hitting the earth until death. I still like you very much, like sunshine filling the world, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart. 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, full of infatuation and full of anger. 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 suffering from lack of oxygen in the deep sea of ​​6,400 meters, never getting tired of it. I still like you very much, just like the subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rises and sets, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, just like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years without complaining. I still like you very much, like spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt. I still like you very much, you are like a shrew, scolding and unreasonable. I still like you very much, just like the rain falling on the green leaves all night long, without hesitation. I still like you very much, just like the falling rain during the plum rain season, it lasts forever. I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, the pear frying in the snow and the rain falling. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with a fish in the sea. It's hard to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret that can be said in a thousand words. I still like you very much, just like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, just like the sun and the moon take turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind and turning into mud. I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into my eyes, I can see you thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, just like Mr. Chaitou Feng's last touch, I fall in love with you. I still like you very much, just like the red tent on a spring night, when I am still dreaming, I still feel afraid to think of you. I still like you very much, just like the bumps and bumps that catch the torrential rain, and how much it falls into the channel. I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, just like stars hitting the earth until death. I still like you very much, like sunshine filling the world, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart. 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, full of infatuation and full of anger. 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 suffering from lack of oxygen in the deep sea of ​​6,400 meters, never getting tired of it. I still like you very much, just like the subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rises and sets, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, just like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years without complaining. I still like you very much, like spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt. I still like you very much, you are like a shrew, scolding and unreasonable. I still like you very much, just like the rain falling on the green leaves all night long, without hesitation. I still like you very much, just like the falling rain during the plum rain season, it lasts forever. I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, the pear frying in the snow and the rain falling. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with a fish in the sea. It's hard to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret that can be said in a thousand words. I still like you very much, just like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, just like the sun and the moon take turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind and turning into mud. I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into my eyes, I can see you thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, just like Mr. Chaitou Feng's last touch, I fall in love with you. I still like you very much, just like the red tent on a spring night, when I am still dreaming, I still feel afraid to think of you. I still like you very much, just like the bumps and bumps that catch the torrential rain, and how much it falls into the channel. I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, just like stars hitting the earth until death. I still like you very much, like sunshine filling the world, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart. 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, full of infatuation and full of anger. 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 suffering from lack of oxygen in the deep sea of ​​6,400 meters, never getting tired of it. I still like you very much, just like the subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rises and sets, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, just like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years without complaining. I still like you very much, like spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt. I still like you very much, you are like a shrew, scolding and unreasonable. I still like you very much, just like the rain falling on the green leaves all night long, without hesitation. I still like you very much, just like the falling rain during the plum rain season, it lasts forever. I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, the pear frying in the snow and the rain falling. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with a fish in the sea. It's hard to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret that can be said in a thousand words. I still like you very much, just like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, just like the sun and the moon take turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind and turning into mud. I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into my eyes, I can see you thousands of miles away.

Solemn statement! Feedback a few questions. Some people say that the book has been taken off the shelves! What is the reason? Please send a screenshot, and I will give feedback to the editor, so as not to affect everyone's reading experience! In addition, some readers said that they could not vote! What is the reason? Please post a screenshot so that I can provide feedback together.

(Finally it's mine, cough cough) This book is very well written and the plot is touching. Fu, the ending is unexpected, the content is resonant and thought-provoking, and the plot is interesting. Interesting, the characters are vivid, the system is clear, there are many foreshadowings, and the fighting scenes are like I am immersed in the situation. The male protagonist is very smart, not naive or brainless, and the female protagonist is also good-looking. It's very tolerant, and I want to have a harem, but I don't have a stud, and the writing is very emotional. In place. And the most important point. (Of course I haven't read this novel, but it doesn't affect my opinion)

Author, can the protagonist's martial soul steal soul power?

The more I read, the more rubbish it becomes. What's written in the back, flirting and flirting every day, is it interesting?