My Wife, Something is Wrong

The plot is clear and logical, neither humble nor licking. Although the three women treat the male protagonist as a tool, they do not insult him or ask him to do this or that. They also sacrifice one woman's body. It can be said that it is full of sincerity.

I like Chan Chan and Bai Ling very much, one is cute and the other is calm, but Chan Chan doesn't like to talk much, the eldest lady is a bit too cold, and the second lady is really weak! What I mean is that only elementary school students make choices. They want everything.

The eldest lady will not be able to become an immortal if her earthly fate is not over and her mortal heart is not forgotten. Moreover, the male protagonist and I have worshiped heaven and earth, and the couple can see the sun and the moon. They can become immortals. Is there any reason for this?

I recommend the old book "I have no money to fall in love, so I can only kill demons"!

After thinking about it, I decided to rate it. The last time I rated it, I saw the book "The Game is Too Real." The writing was very good. I won't praise it. I will understand it after reading it. Except for one weapon, the progress is a bit slow, because this force is a bit slow according to the pit and progress. It feels like I have to write millions of words . All in all, it is a very good book, which is rare.

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I was reading a novel on the subway today, and a beautiful girl behind me suddenly asked me, "Are you reading a novel?" I said, "Yes." She said to me with a nymphomaniacal look on her face, "Are all the boys who read novels as handsome as you?" I punched her until she cried. When it comes to handsomeness, I am not one ten thousandth as handsome as the guys you all like.

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