Douluo Time and Space Card Master

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I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return, like the reincarnation 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, until death, I still like you very much, like the sunshine. Spreading all over the world, you are gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much. Like the wind blowing in my heart, I still like you very much. Like rain and wine falling on the tropics and the polar regions. Even though you are thousands of miles away, I still like you very much. Like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea and breathing softly. Even if you are crazy and angry, 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 starved of oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, I still like you very much. Like a subject waiting for the restoration of a dynasty. It is far away. I still like you very much. Willows are moving, cicadas are chirping, and sunset tides. I can't help myself. I still like you very much. Like clouds drifting ninety thousand miles away. , I still like you very much without ever taking a break, like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night, I still like you very much, like the stars running through the 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 very much. I like you very much, like a shrew scolding the street, being unreasonable, I still like you very much, like the rain falling all night long on the green greenery, 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 falling again, I still like you very much, like flying rain. 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 courtyard that falls and blooms again. Over and over again, I still like you very much. Like the sun and the moon taking turns, regardless of day and night, I still like you very much. Like the formation of clouds. I still like you very much, bit by bit, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, blurred by neon, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, rolling into mud, I still like you very much, like the raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed, I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into the eyes, I still like you very much after a glance thousands of miles away, like the last stroke of the hairpin head phoenix. I still like you very much after falling in love. Like the red curtain on a spring night, I still like you very much. I still fear that I still like you very much when I think of you. Like the bumps and convexities that catch the torrential rain. I still like you very much when it enters the ditch. Like the clouds and smoke turning into the gentle rain, I still like you very much, like a monk who has been wandering for too long. I still like you very much despite all difficulties. I still like you very much, like the green leaves of spring and the sunshine of summer. They are not as good as you. I still like you very much. Like a thousand piles of snow rolled up by the cliff. Years pass by. I still like you very much. Like the sky full of meteors falling to the ground and fireworks wantonly. I still like you very much. Like the waves hugging the rocks again and again. I still like you very much with all my strength. I love you, like a fish returning to its hometown along the ocean current. I still like you when we meet unexpectedly. Like a whisper wrapped around my ears by the wind, my heart beats wildly. I still like you very much. Like a child learning to speak, I still like you very much. Like the chirping of a child in the rain. I might as well go back. I still like you very much. Like the uncontrollable murmur in a dream. It's all about you. I still like you very much. Like you. Dressed up and waiting for a ten-year holiday, I don't know the truth, so I still like you very much, like longing for you like a river passing away, non-stop, I still like you very much, like a cliff flattening and a whole forest reborn, I still like you very much when you are in the shade of the tree, like yellow flowers piled on the ground, an old friend thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like a fishnet in my throat, like a sweet treat, I still like you very much, like a sea of changes. Tian, when the stars have passed, I still like you very much, like the yellowing part in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, I still like you very much after losing my voice, like the stars playing in the dark night for hundreds of millions of years, I still like you very much without complaining, like the old opera in the old city, I still like you with gentle words, like the overlord saying goodbye to Yu Ji, I still like you very much even if the situation has to be forced, like the lone 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. To put it simply, I am experienced in water. [Emot=default,07/]

Xingkong has never been in love and cannot write emotional dramas. It is estimated that the heroine will not appear until a long time later! Probably!

This book is very good in the early stage. Whether it is the world structure, the character of the protagonist, or the foreshadowing of his life experience, it is all very good. But this book is too complicated, just like the protagonist's own bloodline, with a little bit of everything mixed in. It has not yet been explained why the protagonist was chased by Wuhun Palace and met Zhao Wuji. Instead, he blindly travels through various worlds, seemingly absorbing the schools of each world, but in fact the title of this book is Douluo Zhiqin, and his heel should also be Douluo or the original power system of the earth. Now the protagonist's ability components are too complex, and it can no longer be called Douluo: Time and Space Card Master. Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it "Time and Space Card Master Starts with Douluo". To use a more popular term nowadays, the protagonist's path went astray. I liked this book very much at the beginning. Even after the protagonist arrived in the world of Fairy Tail (because I had never read Fairy Tail before), I went to make up thirty or forty episodes of Fairy Tail to understand the power system and world structure. I was still thinking about the effect of those demon products turned into soul rings, but I found that the author avoided the Douluo system, but like Xiaozhi from Pokémon, he washed his hands and practiced again. I have now read the chapter where the protagonist returns to Earth. In the previous story of Pirates, I saw the novice trial to kill the three wolves and jumped directly to Douluo. But except for the extra Annie who made me go back and make up a chapter, the lack of plot before did not affect my viewing at all. Brother author, to be honest, this shouldn't be. The core of the article under the Douluo system is interesting. One is the diversity of abilities given by the soul ring, but the author condensed the first eight rings (the original chain was broken) directly out of thin air. I don't know whether this treatment speeds up the simplification of the article's rhythm or destroys the article's highlights. It will be left to future generations to comment. The second is the strengthening of the body itself by the soul bone, which basically allows a person's physique to jump up (please refer to Huo Guabi).

In fact, Starry Sky is quite well written. After all, it takes a lot of brainpower and writing a book is not easy. If you can do it, you can try writing it. However, you can also discuss it with the author and give some suggestions and ideas to make this book better. I still say one thing, praise casually, and the trolls' appropriate complaints can spur the author, but if you want to make nonsense, you can write it by yourself, read it or not, and you won't be able to live without a few recommendation votes. Come on, Xingkong, don't be like me and just give up without persisting after writing and writing.

Each realm requires three cards. Now Xingkong has thought of six cards. I hope readers can help me think about the remaining cards. Card name + function thank you all

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It's okay to be hostile to Wuhun Palace, but it's a bit disgusting to say that Wuhun Palace steals soul masters' descendants and raises them as orphans, and deliberately blackmails Wuhun Palace. I became invincible and then ran to build Shrek. When I saw this, I lost the desire to continue watching.

As title. I wasn't that angry even after licking Tang San's. No matter how you start, you will dissuade many people.

When I read Chapter 11, I felt that the protagonist could become a controlling soul master and an auxiliary soul master. The auxiliary power comes from anger and death energy. For example, anger can strengthen it, and death energy can weaken it.