I'm Really Not a Child of Luck

Every time I use my (wife), I can't help but feel distressed, and I feel sorry for my children and grandchildren.

I just read this novel with the intention of passing the boring time, because after reading a few chapters, I came up with the definition: Long Aotian pretends to be a cliché novel. At that time, the only highlight of this novel was the setting. Novel! The story begins with the theme of "luck". The male protagonist can see luck and can also improve the level of luck. From this aspect, perhaps the male protagonist is the real "son of luck". As I read more, two hundred chapters suddenly passed by, and another aspect of the novel emerged: humorous language. To be honest, this novel made me laugh. Although all kinds of cliché plots followed one after another, I am no longer a novice reader who has just entered the world of novels. I also realize that the world is no longer black and white, it is black and white, colorful and beautiful! Generally speaking, this is a good novel. I have been reading for five years and I like all kinds of interesting and novel novels. However, this book is not my hobby. It is just "to pass the boring time". As a representative of Long Aotian's novels, I hope that this novel will be better and more novel in the future, and I can add my own creativity to those routines! I heard that "an excellent novel is not that the whole novel is novel and not cliché, but that it reveals novelty in the clichés and touches the G-spot in the reader's heart." I hope the author can inject thought-provoking details into the laughter, whether it is emotional or anything. At least, it can make your article more literary, right?

I think the author needs to make the positioning of the book clear, so that there will be less criticism from more serious people.

After reading Chapter 50, all the women are nymphomaniacs. They feel lustful for no reason when they see the male protagonist. The author also wants the male protagonist to force him to be straight.

To be honest, I'm really looking forward to this book. I've been waiting for it for a long time. When I first read it, I thought it was pretty average. But slowly I realized that this book is interesting and humorous. I was very happy when I read it. Don't be an eunuch. Never be an eunuch. The author has worked hard and I look forward to you.

I have worked very hard, but there is always a better future

Isn't it true that people live for Rem, Mai, Yuno, Yukino, Rikka, Kurumi, Tohka, Menma, Qiongmei, Asuna, Paojie, Ma'in, Sanjiu, Platelet, Kaoru, Mirai, Ayase, Komi, Kuroneko, Nami, Emilia, 02, Kangna, Sagiri, Bronya, Yae Sakura, Mei...? Forgive me for only remembering so many people's names. I posted a few pictures to see which ones would pass the review.

As long as the cover is good, a gentleman is indispensable.

That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she naughtily replied: "Okay"! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and told her that I liked her. She listened blankly and said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. At that time, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I had been working outside for a year, and she was still attending a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all. I kept what I wanted to say to her to myself, and I would tell her everything when I was worthy of her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. I was more concerned about whether she was a wife and a mother. My career was gradually getting on the right track and I was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, in a dimly lit room, just the two of us. After a long silence, she spoke: "Eight hundred, seeing that you are an acquaintance, I will charge you five hundred." I tried my best not to tremble anymore and said, "Come with me." Her eyes glazed over for a moment, then flickered, and then she said like a fire extinguished, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a lady, I have guests, nothing happens, I'll leave first." She left in a hurry. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a look of horror and distress on her face. The TV did not even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump, bump, and shatter in my heart! The last time I saw her, she came to see me. She was on the roof of the building, and I looked up at her from downstairs. I just looked at her like this for a long time, and then he left without leaving a word. The next time I heard from her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it. Anyway, I feel very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me as innocently as she did when she was seven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She said in a deep breath: "I... I want a like."

I don't know why there is a 9.5 Rating. I personally feel that the author did not understand the meaning of writing!