Summoning His Highness the Invincible Crown Prince

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.

Let me tell you what I think. This novel is very good, especially in terms of rendering emotions. A very classic scene is when King Zhenbei waits for his son to come home for dinner and cooks a large table of dishes for him. To be honest, I was moved here. Maybe I am more emotional, but I have to say that it is really well written, much better than those mindless novels. For me, who is currently in a book shortage, it simply saved my life.

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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.

It is not as stereotyped as other books, and the villain's IQ is also online. Although it is somewhat similar to other books, it also adds its own style. It is highly recommended.

This is the most annoying type of person when reading novels. When they come up, they say "You can do it, you do it" and "If you don't want to read it, get out." I'm really convinced. Please don't bring your fandom culture here, okay? We find problems, mention them, and the author can make appropriate changes. Don't blindly maintain it, like your fan circle. Can I still write well if I just protect the author blindly? Progress will be made slowly. Please don't bring in the rice circle culture. It really makes me annoyed to see this kind of rice circle. No matter what you do is right or not, you always defend it. Like sb. The rice circle is garbage. Please don't let me see the rice circle, otherwise everyone will spray when I see them

Your previous book on Cultivation from Dou Po was too uncomfortable. This one is also good, as is the Yunlan Sect book. I hope you can write a summoning style in Dou Po after this one. I really want to read it 😂. Recently, there is a book called Dou Po: Dual System that is really not that good but it is ranked 60th on the bestseller list. I wonder if the author can give us a new summoning style Dou Po before finishing this book. After Dou Po, there is a big master and I feel like I can write a lot. 😂 The Dou Po you wrote is really good.

I really like this novel. Maybe it's because of the description of the relationship between the heroine and the hero. I feel it is very delicate and vivid. Maybe it has something to do with my own experience. This kind of relationship between them makes me very envious. I highly recommend it! !

Comments have given rise to talents since ancient times, and quatrains have come to you at will through the ages. If he had not been born in the new era, how would he be like Li Taibai in the Tang Dynasty? If there were netizens at that time, there would be more than 300 Tang poems. Fortunately, Li Bai died early, otherwise his reputation as a poet would not have been preserved. I just blame myself for being uneducated and can only praise from top to bottom. Dear friends, I also want to try the feeling of being liked, please like me.

I have read many fanfics about Dou Po, and I think this one is the best, especially the character of the protagonist Xiao Han, who is free and uninhibited, humorous and a little sinister. The words and sentences in the novel are also very good, and it feels a little poetic. I want to read the follow-up of the protagonist in the world, but you haven't read that book for a long time. I hope the author can read my message, that is, if possible, I hope to write the book. Maybe you have your own reasons for giving up the fight. After all, there are only a few people in the world who are not tired of life, and the vast majority of people still have to run around in this world. It may be due to time and energy, material or money, or other reasons. In short, everyone has their own difficulties, but I still have a little hope. I hope you can read my message, I hope you can continue to write about Dou Po, and I hope you are happy every day. That's all.

Water experience, water water⊙∀⊙! Water, water, water, I am water, water, water, water is not moving anymore, where is the experience?