Wild Boar

Here's why: This is a harem story. For me, a successor of modern socialism, harem novels can only exist in pornographic novels. At the beginning, the wild boar's romantic, chic, casual and cautious character was indeed very attractive, and the story structure was relatively rigorous. But why did he become such a perverted pig after just writing about it? Although marrying a girl from the Bai family is a formality, well, if they don't accept you, you can find other women, no problem, but if they accept you later, and you are willing to be with them, you should give in anyway, right? In the end, he was forced to give a reason to continue to have a harem, even his sister was not spared. He was so horny that he couldn't stand it anymore.

It's really good-looking. Compared with other types of time-traveling beasts, the main plot line of this book revolves around the protagonist, but the various plots are perfectly connected. The protagonist drives the plot, and the plot in turn affects the protagonist's choices. The most important thing is that it is not brainless. The writing is quite perfect, although the sense of substitution is not good. It's too strong, but I have a rich imagination. I once said that this book is the best one I have ever read among the time-traveling beast novels (if you think I am exaggerating, then please reply me with the names of time-traveling beast-type novels that you think are good, and I will take the time to read them)

You just post a review after you haven't read a few chapters. If it's really not good enough, why would you post a bunch of reviews? Disgusting yourself? Or do you want to disgust others?

He is a young master, a unique young master in the world. I have a reputation that everyone envies, and I am the husband of countless girls. I drink the best wine, ride the best horses, and look at the most beautiful women. However, I feel very lonely. I live on the top of a mountain, watching sunrises one after another and seeing off sunsets one after another. The sunset over the mountains always sets very late. The one who accompanies me cannot be understood by the words "I feel so cold at a high place". I know that from the day I was called a young master, I embarked on a path of no return. There is no turning back and there is no turning back. 2. Loneliness The scenery in early spring is half beautiful and half melancholy. People come and go in the rivers and lakes, and heroes emerge in large numbers, but they are gone in the blink of an eye. Nothing has changed, I am still a young man that everyone respects, and I am still lonely and drinking. Occasionally, when there is a stir in the world, he stands up and delivers justice. No one doubts my words, because I am a young master, a unique young master in the world. When the wind blows, I often sit in the forest and drink. The more I drank, the deeper my loneliness became. On a sunny day, I left the top of the mountain and built a thatched house at the foot of the mountain. A bend of green water, with green waves on the grass, listening to the gentle breeze blowing through the leaves, and watching the flowers look like the sea and fall like snow. Such scenery always reminds me of some people and things in a hazy way. 3. Liu Tian At this time every year, Liu Tian would ask someone to bring me a jug of wine from a distant place. This year is no exception, but this time, he is the one bringing the wine. "Do you remember how long we've known each other?" "I don't remember, it was almost ten years ago." "Yes, nine years and eight months." Liu Tian's smile was a little lonely, and the hand holding the cup was slender and pale. "There are so many decades in life. Today we are still drinking together, but tomorrow we will go our separate ways. There are some things you want to forget but you can't, and there are some things you don't want to forget, but you just forget." I stretched out my hand to touch the rim of the cup, and the cold cup melted into my palm. For so many years, I have been isolated from the world, and all the news was brought to me by my disciples. Liu Tian is not my friend, but he is the only person who doesn't care about my status. When he left, his back was stretched long by the sun, with a kind of absolute disappointment. Let me know absolutely that from now on I will never see him again. So, I got drunk. When I woke up, I saw a piece of paper under the wine jar: Master, is your current life the life you want? The wind blew and the plain paper rustled. Am I happy? I kept asking myself, but couldn't find the answer. 4. Small building I forgot how that small building was erected. I just remember that one night, I was very drunk. When I woke up, there was a small building opposite. The small building faces west, and every time the moonlight sets, you can see a layer of broken moonflowers sprinkled on the railing in front of the small building. I don't know who lives in the small building, and I don't know why a building was built here. I don't care about these, I still drink my wine, sing my songs, and live my loneliness. Later, when I woke up from drunkenness again, I saw many green bamboos planted in front of the small building. The short and colorful green bamboos are both strong and soft. Swaying gently in the wind. That figure seemed familiar to me. 5. Spring Rain On the day I saw the spring rain, it rained heavily. Later, every time it rained, I would think of the spring rain. The world has been peaceful for a long time. The doorman brought me some news. A magic sword that had disappeared from the world for nearly ten years began to wander around the world. Many people in the world killed each other for this magic sword. Everyone wants to possess this sword, and no one is willing to let others get it. In order to calm the turmoil, it was finally decided that this magic sword would be handed over to me for safekeeping. After the doorman left, I took a sip of wine and fell asleep. No one knows how tired I am of this life. Am I happy? Is this the life I want to live? I laughed wildly, and the fallen leaves all over the sky flew with my laughter. The sound of dripping rain woke me up. When I opened my eyes, it was dark. In a blink of an eye, I looked outside and saw that the green bamboo in front of the small building had grown to the railing. A woman, dressed in green, stood in front of the green bamboo, using a delicate little sword to cut off the green bamboo, then cut off the top of the bamboo, and inserted it into the wine jar in front of the building. She raised her head and looked at me. His eyebrows are picturesque, his eyes are as dark as stars, his hair is soaked, a trace of rain fell from his forehead, and his green clothes were wet by the rain, as fresh as the green bamboo in front of the building. Looking at her, I suddenly felt very familiar. 6. Silence When I have nothing to do, I always sit on the bluestone in front of the small building. Chunyu ignored me and just brewed her wine quietly. Maybe to her, I am just an irrelevant outsider and have nothing to do with her. Chunyu likes to wear blue clothes. In my memory, it seems that there was once a person who liked blue clothes, but I can no longer remember it. Although I still drink alone and watch the stars in the sky alone, and although Chunyu doesn't talk to me, every time I wake up after being drunk, I can always find myself lying on the bed, neatly dressed, with a bowl of water next to me. This feeling is very strange, I actually feel that I am no longer lonely. 7. Wine Spring in Jiangnan is surprisingly beautiful. I sat on the roof and played sad music. Chun Yu stood in front of the small building and looked at me, with a look of pity that I didn't understand. When the willow trees sprouted, I drank the first jar of wine brewed by the spring rain. "If you don't drink wine, why do you want to make wine?" "You don't have to drink to make wine." "The best wine I have ever drunk, but I don't know why, but I think the wine you brew has a very strange taste." "A person once said that the wine I brew has the taste of home." "That person must be very happy." "It was a long time ago. Now, he has forgotten me and the way home." When Chunyu spoke, her tone was very melancholy, and her eyes when she looked at me were helpless and desperate. I didn't tell Chunyu that the taste of the wine was like the taste of home; the taste of the wine was very familiar to me, as if I had drunk it thousands of times in my dreams. 8. Drunk I started to like the wine made by Chunyu. However, I also know that the spring rain will leave after brewing this season. There are fewer and fewer green bamboos in front of the small building, my drinking speed is getting slower and slower, and Chun Yu looks at me with increasingly sad eyes. Finally one day, the small building was empty. That night, the moonlight was deserted. The wind carried fallen leaves and fell on my arms, which was very cold. Chunyu invites me to drink. This is my first time entering the small building. There was a small dark red table, chairs, food and wine, and I looked at Chun Yu across from me, the woman with sad eyes. Seeing her sadness, I felt pain in my heart. But that day, there was clearly moonlight. I held the wine glass and looked at the person opposite. With clear eyes, I could see my reflection. For a moment, I seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming, spreading in my heart. "Why buy me a drink?" "I'm leaving. From now on, no one will make wine here anymore." "Why did you come and why did you leave?" "The reason for coming is the reason for leaving. Even though I have a thousand kinds of love, he has forgotten me." Chunyu's eyes were full of clear waves, and at that moment, I felt her boundless loneliness. That night, I got drunk again. What remained in my mind in the end was the woman's sad and desperate eyes. 9. Stay away I can't remember how much wine we drank that night. We talked about our wandering lives and the precarious world. Listen to the wind blowing the fallen leaves and watch the flying flowers linger. At that moment, I realized that no matter how high my status was, it would be of no use if there were no people around me to get drunk with. If possible, I really want to stay drunk like this. When I woke up again, catkins were flying. The person opposite had gone nowhere, and there was a one-foot-wide wooden sword on the table. On the wooden handle, there are two thin words engraved: Chunyu. The wind blew, raising dust, and there was the smell of wine in the wind. It was so desolate, and the pain overwhelmed me again. If possible, the next time we meet, I will definitely ask that woman why there is boundless sadness in her eyes. 10. Go back Flowers bloom and fall, no matter how many more flowers fall in the world, it is a common thing. I left the foot of the mountain and the small building. There are rumors about me in the world. The unparalleled young master handed over the matter to his disciples, put down everything, and stayed away from the world. From now on, I will no longer care about the affairs of the world. I found the foot of the mountain again and no longer stepped into the world. Drink alone, feel lonely, watch flowers bloom and fall, watch the sky full of stars. However, I often think of that woman in green, with the boundless loneliness in her eyes. That magic sword was later handed over to me by a disciple. The sword is three feet long, has a delicate hilt, and can make quick decisions. On the hilt of the sword, two words were carefully carved with a knife: Chunyu. Postscript: Ten years ago, a woman from a famous family named Liu fell in love with a son of a demon sect. The son of the demon sect had strong martial arts, an unruly and rebellious character, and he went his own way. People from all walks of life rose up to attack him. After the son of the Demon Sect was seriously injured, a woman from a famous family asked the most virtuous and respected old man in the world to sacrifice all his skills to save the Son of the Demon Sect. She suppressed all the memories of the Son of the Demon Sect, deleted all his past, and made him a young man respected by everyone in the world. The price is to forget everything, including the famous woman named Liu. Women like to make wine and men like to drink. The man has a family heirloom sword, which is three feet long and has an exquisite hilt. When walking around the world with the woman, the woman used a knife to carve her name on the hilt: Chunyu. But, even though I have a thousand kinds of love, you have forgotten me.

The author's writing is very to my liking. This is the first time I didn't read a pirated copy, so I paid money to read the novel (´-ω-`)

I really can't figure out what to do with the pig's feet next. I feel like the two girls from the Bai family are going to die. According to normal logic, the older one will die because she is a little more witty. Although she went to the meeting later, which was a bit naughty, it was excusable because of her sister. I kept the younger one because she is really brainless, and there is no big harm in surviving if she is a bit whimsical. She can be killed easily. I feel that the protagonist may either rescue the Bai family girl or kill her, regardless of whether the possibility is very small. The above is my personal guess In a self-interested situation, you should choose what suits you best. I look forward to the next plot.

Is the story of the characters in the author's profile completed after writing?

The first few chapters were confusing, but the later chapters became more interesting. It's a pity that the little fox Guan Xuetong died, and the body was eaten by mice.

It's really great. It reflects the impermanence of the world and the many unsatisfactory things in life. The author did not incorporate the so-called family fun plot, and there is no spirit of great compassion. He just wrote a little bit of reality. The protagonist is not compassionate or cruel, but what an ordinary person might do (at least I think if it were me, I might be like the protagonist). He did not whitewash the so-called humanity of the protagonist and make him noble. This is a bit of an alternative novel. Maybe there have been such novels before, but most of them follow the trend. Perhaps this kind of following the trend has shaped the conceptual stance of most readers, as well as some more comfortable fantasies, which makes people unable to easily accept the author's book. This bestiality is very popular with me. After reading more than a dozen chapters, the main thing I have to find fault with is the author's typos. May you be brave, the alien may be in line with the taste of the public, or it may only be in line with the taste of the niche, but I want to say that as long as you continue on this path, it will be right. . .

The human nature, demonic nature, and divinity are written vividly and vividly. It can really make a god. Unfortunately, the author's heart is not here. The protagonist setting is still simple. It should be that the protagonist is only useless to promote the plot, so I did not prepare to write the protagonist, but wrote a lot of stories.