Big Brother Failed Again

What's the point, what's the use of the protagonist in that holy land? Looking at the aggrieved panic, I realized that the protagonist is the enemy of the entire Holy Land. Why is he still there? Just like where the protagonist wants to be, why not just leave? What does the protagonist lack? There is no shortage of it, and there is a powerful demonic servant. Can't the 90-year-old woman protect the protagonist? If you can't protect me, why don't you go find a few people to sign a contract? Are you afraid of betrayal or a woman over ninety? The summary is uncomfortable to read. If you think about it, most of the novels are written by young and energetic people. It would be strange for you to write so frustrated and not get criticized. I personally don't think it's a big deal if a woman is over 90, but you can change the system to another one, because many people don't like system articles now (I'm tired of reading them after reading them too much)

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.

This subject matter can always move people. A few years ago, I was frantically looking for this kind of book. Unfortunately, there was no such book at all, or maybe I was too shy to find it at all. Unexpectedly, today I found the book that perfectly matched what I was looking for? Heaven will not let me down! ? . As for the scene where the junior sister stabbed her chest with a sword, I was so excited that I couldn't speak. How can I put it, there are too few updates now, a bit empty, and I am afraid that I will finally find a novel eunuch that I like. I am going to open a new account to canvass the author. Please author, if you really can't continue writing, at least let him finish it, even if it ends suddenly and invincibly, give me an ending👿👿

Did I say this book is invincible? ? Do you think it's not Wudiwen that's my problem? Did I hold up the banner and say, "Come and read the invincible article"? I'm trying to trick people into reading my book by using sloganeering? ? I don't think I used the words "Wudiwen" to hype it up, right? Have I deceived your feelings? It's because you think it's an invincible article at one moment and think it's not at the next moment. What does this have to do with me? As for advertising or something. Do not post the title of another author's book under one author's book review section. This is the most basic respect. I said you were advertising, do you feel aggrieved? Maybe I misunderstood you, I apologize. But... Can you just say whatever you want if you are unhappy, and I can't refute it? So does the author have no emotions? How to say it. I am an author, and I am also a reader. I will criticize books that I am unhappy with, and then the other authors will criticize them back... It's actually quite normal. But I don't want anyone to make up things out of nothing and make irresponsible remarks about things that don't exist. In the end, meeting is fate. In fact, many words are just temporary emotions. After calming down, I still feel guilty and feel that I should not hurt others. I hope we can all bear with each other and create a harmonious reading environment together.

Look, it's really poisonous, I'm not telling you that

I have seen friends who support me ask me to delete negative reviews. First of all, I want to thank you for your concern and support. But I don't plan to delete it. Because I also know that there are indeed some unsatisfactory aspects of this book, which are my shortcomings. When you come out to write a book, you must have a mentality that can accept any evaluation! If I don't even have this kind of tolerance, I don't think I can go far. Many times, we cannot always ask others to be merciful. Reflecting on ourselves is the most important thing. Thank you for your concern! ! If you want to avoid being scolded, you have to write a good book. I learned my lesson and will try to write better in the following books! Thank you very much. Meeting is fate, staying together is love.

Overall! The first 19 chapters are really not that good, but after 20 chapters they are really good. Perhaps the first 19 chapters are a screening process, and the ones left behind are all LSPL (funny, funny, funny). Also, when will Yang Yumo make an appearance? (I have already begun to think about what happened after the male protagonist met and all kinds of nonsense) PS: I was fooled by my imagination, can you believe it? (;｀O´)o,,, I'm really looking forward to Yang Yumo's appearance!

The quality of the content of this book does not match the rating. Let's not mention whether someone brushed the score. In order to avoid the disappointment of readers who are not in a book shortage (if the book is in the shortage, you can still find it as long as the score is not particularly low, so it will not be considered), I can only sacrifice myself. I will express regret to the author for this behavior in my heart, and if this book is really amazing, I don't need to care about this low review at all. In fact, it's just a matter of fact. If you don't ask for recommendations, you won't let us see it. If we can't see it, we won't come. Who would bother to troll an irrelevant person? Just like after I posted this post, you can troll me. Why can't we after you publish this book? In fact, I rarely give low reviews. In fact, some books can be read more or less. After all, the ratings are average, so they don't ask for much at all. I won't mention the title of the book here, so as not to be accused of advertising.

Eggplant, can you write a good book? I have been following you since the days of Super God Butler. After that, I seem to have cut a few copies of Seawind Ketchup. Before the arrival of the villain last year, I finished the book halfway through. I hope this book will have a process and an ending. Keep up the good work, Eggplant, and don't give up.

I'm here again, are you surprised? Unexpected? I just want to say, please keep writing, don't go to the palace again, I read it well every time, and the next day I read it like a eunuch, The Villain Arrives, that book is really amazing, I hope you have time to write a side story, one last sentence, welcome back!