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What rubbish. It's disgusting. I rely on external forces for everything and never think about my own strength.

The protagonist in the first ten chapters is very flesh-and-blood, intelligent and prepared. After ten chapters, the protagonist's brain is taken away by the author. The assistant helps to solve the problems in each chapter. Even the plot is just a small number of words with the assistant. In terms of story, there is not even a complete story. Bad review! ! !

You can completely give the plot to others in the form of trade. You can pretend to be a stickman only if you have the following prerequisites: 1 You must be a cultivator, and you must be the kind whose strength improves quickly. 2. You must have a deep knowledge of predicting the future. Otherwise, what if a few people you don't know show up? There are also some information that is not in the plot. If someone asks you for information that is not in the plot, what should you say? If you say you don't know, it means that your ability to predict the future is limited. Even if you say this, it is only a once or twice problem. If it occurs too many times, others will be suspicious.

You'll be done with a few 300 pictures. It's hard for me to convince myself. Give good reviews.

Ah uh, this, this water is... Poisonous_(´ཀ`‖ ∠)__

The reality of this world is that it is impossible for most ordinary people to predict and deceive all geniuses with just a simple plot... For ordinary people, please abide by the settings of ordinary people at the beginning. This introduction gives me the image of an ordinary person deceiving the world... He really has this kind of ability, no matter how you look at it, he is not ordinary. The author has limited the protagonist, really.

Mention the virus or let the blood evolve? The more I write, the worse it gets

Does the setting of this book insult the intelligence of our readers?

She had just come out of prison. In 2007, she was in a bar. Someone at the table opposite me whistled at her and invited her to drink with me. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed me. This stab lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, there were people all over the street. It's about praying to Buddha, it's cold on a lonely sandbank, etc. It's been fifteen years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married. I didn't tell her about commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes. , My heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy. I was also very happy. It was time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was 15 years ago. Familiar streets and familiar scenes, but I just couldn't find the familiar one. Man, I woke up crying in the dream. The past cannot be taken back. Now all that is left is nostalgia. I am almost 30 and suddenly feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking wine and smoking alone. I don't know how to take the road ahead. The night before her wedding, I drove 400 kilometers overnight and rushed to the downstairs of her house. I saw the word "Happy" on her door downstairs and the lights in the room were still on. I didn't dare to disturb her. I took a few bottles of beer from the car and sat on a park chair downstairs at her house. After finishing the wine and smoking a pack of cigarettes, it was almost dawn. The whistle came from all the way. I knew that the car to pick her up was coming. Today she was going to be someone else's bride. Unfortunately, the groom was not. Me, she looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car, the firecrackers went off, and the car drove away. I was still following behind the convoy, and suddenly a text message came from my mobile phone. It was... From her. She said, "Don't give it away. I will marry you again in the next life. Just forget me." In fact, she had been watching me drinking and smoking from behind the curtain that night, and she cried all night... My heart hurt like countless needles that day. I cried and was very sad. I wish her happiness, although the groom is not me, but the bride... I have loved... I have no regrets anymore, whether it is success or failure, everything is in vain, life or death, life is only a hundred years, so why should I be obsessed with a result. The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my mobile phone, but my mobile phone still has power, but the car ran out of gas on the way back. Is there any friend who can lend me 3,000 yuan for gas [Picture]

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