My Apprentices Are All Villains

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.

Lu Zhou has the potential to be a successful actor. Even if his cultivation is completely gone, even though he may burp soon, he still can't panic, otherwise he will burp even faster.

If you want to read dark stories, go talk to Heshen. Thank you for your support. Please read the title and introduction of the book clearly and get full marks. If you don't read it and get bad reviews, please avoid it. It doesn't matter if the story is exciting. Why does it have to be dark?

Something seems wrong these days. After I saved 50 chapters, there was no movement. When I opened it, I found it was finished. Shouldn't there be a plot where the Supreme is just the beginning? The ending was so unexpected that I wanted to save up for chapter 100 before reading it. But to be honest, I personally feel pretty good. It was just a book shortage at the beginning, and then it went from Jinlian to Jiulian to Taixu. I didn't expect it to be over in a blink of an eye. Not one of the early readers either. A touch of pretentiousness, otherwise it would be a thrilling death, but it saves the day. In the early stage, you rely on prop cards, and in the later stage, after a hundred years of practice, you basically rely on strength. The ten major disciples each have their own characteristics. Character, behavior, dealing with things, and being a person. It makes me feel a little admired, or I have become like this even though I am not the protagonist. Although I still haven't read about 30 chapters (><), but if I read it, I'll come over and leave a message. Thank you for your company! Hahaha I'm going to make up the chapter...

Is the author bad at math or has a bad memory? In Chapter 10, the lottery originally had 200 and used 50. There are still 150 apprentices left to kill evil people and add 100, that is, 250 becomes 300. If we continue to look at it like this, does the author have any intention in writing the novel? Or we are looking for faults.

As for the title of the book, I think it only matters if the story is good or not. I can't bear to give a bad review without even reading it.

Will you update soon? At midnight, zombies broke into the door and wanted to attack Steve, but he forgot that the man was no longer there. The skeleton held a broken bow and looked at the moon with tears in his eyes. Nether Pigs and Withered Skulls together. Pigman: Where is that Steve? Wither Skeleton: I don't know. Wither: He will never come back. Pigman: Oh, by the way, I miss him a little bit. _My partner and I beat him to death last time. After saying that, I slowly shed tears... In front of the house with a broken door, a dog sat, watching the sunset. Zombies, noobs, creepers, little black witches, skeletons, pigs, and spiders all came. They asked: Where is your master? The dog looked at them with tears. Finally, Steve came back with a mini human head.

Full marks and motivation, thank you for your support after seeing this.

Author, I really feel like your books are more popular with girls! I have seen a lot of female readers. I really like your book, keep it up! (Of course, from a physical point of view, I am a woman, but from a psychological point of view, I am a little doubtful.) Lovely, beautiful, kind, generous, gentle, noble, elegant... Goddesses, come and sign your name~~~

In fact, I am a lesbian. I felt that there were no books that I liked on the female channels, so I went to the male channels to try my luck. I didn't have much hope at first. There must be personality differences. I didn't expect to find this book. It gave me a surprise. It is a subject I have never seen before. From now on, you will be a member of my bookshelf.