We Are a Natural Disaster

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.

I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return, like the cycle 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. , I still like you very much until death, like the sunshine filling the world, gentle and comfortable, like the wind blowing in my heart, I still like you very much, like rain and wine falling in the tropics and the polar regions, thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like The whale sinks at the bottom of the sea and breathes softly. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have waited for many years. I still like you very much. Like the whale that lacks oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, I still like you very much. I still like you very much, like a subject. Until the restoration of the dynasty is far away, I still like you very much. The willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, and the sunset is ebbing. I can't help myself. I still like you very much. Like clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, without rest, I still like you very much. Like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night, I still like you. I 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 like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt that I still like you, like a shrew scolding the street. , No matter what, I still like you very much, like the rain falling all night long on green emerald green flowers, 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 and falling rain, I still like you very much You are like a flying crow attached to a fish in the sea. It is difficult to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why 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 garden that falls and blooms again and again, I still like you very much. Like the sun and the moon taking turns. Alternately, 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, blurred by neon, I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, rolling into mud, I still like you very much. I like you, like raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, the softness disperses, I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into the eyes, a glance thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like the last stroke of the hairpin head phoenix, I still like you very much when I am lovesick, like the spring night red I am dreaming without a breath, and I am afraid that I still like you very much. Like the bumps and convexities that catch the torrential rain. I still like you very much when it enters the channel. Like the clouds and smoke that turn into silken rain, all the tenderness and violence are given to you. I still like you very much, like a monk who has been wandering for too long. Despite all the difficulties, I still like you very much. Like the green leaves in spring and the sunshine in summer. Even if they are not as good as you, I still like you very much. Like thousands of piles of snow rolled up by the cliff, I still like you very much as the years pass by. Like the sky full of shooting stars falling to the ground and the wanton fireworks, I still like you very much. Like the waves hugging the reef again and again, I still like you very much with all my strength, like the fish returning to its homeland along the ocean current, I still like you very much when we meet by chance, like the wind whispering in my ears, my heart beats so much, I still like you very much, like Xiaxiaya ya A child learning to speak, I still like you very much even if my words don't convey my meaning. Like the chirping of a zither in the rain. Why don't I go back and I still like you very much. Like the uncontrollable babble in a dream. It's all about you. I still like you very much. It's like dressing up and waiting for a ten-year holiday. , I don't know, so I still like you very much, like longing for you like a river passing away, I still like you very much without stopping, like the cliff flattening and the whole forest regenerated, I still like you very much when you are in the shade of the tree, like yellow flowers piling up on the ground, I am an old friend thousands of miles away I still like you very much, like a lump in my throat, like sweet rice. I still like you very much, like the sea changes into the mulberry field, and the stars change. I still like you very much, like the yellowed bridge in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, I have lost my voice. I still like you very much, like Stars and waves are playing in the dark night for hundreds of millions of years. I still like you very much without complaining, just like the old opera excerpts in the old city. I still like you very much with gentle words, just like the overlord bids farewell to Yu Ji. I still like you very much if the situation has to be forced. Like the lonely 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.

Just last night, I suddenly woke up at about 12 o'clock, and then a terrible thing happened... I felt my neck was wrapped by a rope, and then I decisively picked up the scissors and cut the headphone cord. I'm so witty! 😃

The game ID must be written, there are no other requirements.

If you want revenge, you must first consider whether you can survive. Just after using his godhead to summon his own godhead, Xu Xiaofan's lifespan changed from more than ten years to thirty days. At this rate, if he didn't do something, he would be dead without revenge.

I am a corpse fisherman from the Yellow River. There is a taboo in our circle that we cannot fish out drowned corpses wearing overalls. Especially the kind that has been dead for two and a half years is the most evil. It is very scary to sing and dance after 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. If you carry such a corpse, it will be bad luck. We call this saying - avoid drowning and raise bad luck. One day Xiaoji and a group of people went to the cave and found a corpse in the cave, so he and others carried it out. After returning home, everyone else was dead. Grandpa asked: "Did you carry Ji?" Xiao Ji shook his head. At this time, Xiaoji's body turned green, and Grandpa said: "No, it's a green corpse cold warning! [Funny]

Happy New Year, Adam, come on! Your book's starting point, subject matter, and writing style are no worse than reincarnation. I hope you can work hard to write this book! 2020, Come on! [Emot=default,78/]

There is a shortage of books! ! ! I beg you to give me a book! ! ! Funny + cool writing, preferably a light novel like King, My Life, or something more everyday is fine, preferably with a female protagonist, single female protagonist, multiple female protagonists doesn't matter, thank you guys

The first time I read it, it was because his first book was unfinished. I went into the group to greet him, but gradually I felt that the author was pretty good. He had just written his second book at the time, and it had a similar theme to the first one, so he didn't read much of it. I didn't expect to meet you again after a few years, and it seemed that his grades were pretty good. Occasionally, I would meet Adam, whose QQ updates you posted were pretty good. I originally wanted to take a screenshot of your personal homepage, but it was not good to send your QQ account without your consent, so I didn't send it.

Most of the novels I read are online game novels, but I have never seen the author's style. Although the beginning is a bit imitative, I have a sense of a world of the undead, but I still can't argue that this is a good book. First of all, the number of words gives readers a comfortable feeling, and then there is the organization. All in all, this book is very good. If I couldn't be a god, I would have read so many novels in vain. Moreover, the writing style of this book is better than many books by big writers. Come on＾0＾~I'm optimistic about you