The Flower of the Brothel in a Martial Arts World: The Heroines Leave Clutching the Walls

Let me go, the rule of the diary is to write about the affairs of the world, but the protagonist is narcissistic and narcissistic, and stops writing about the affairs of the world after a few sentences. The rewards are all useless. Why don't you wait to die if you don't immediately improve the quality of the diary? What a waste of time to watch such a stupid protagonist.

This is purely pornographic writing, what are you doing? It's not normal for your diary to not reward anything. Martial arts world rewards. You want to die on this road, right?

Wow, it's 80,000 words and I haven't commented yet. Now I see that everyone who writes a diary is taking a detour, right?

It feels too watery. I am speechless when writing a diary. Can you support me quickly?

As expected, it comes from the ** production center. It's all about the sea. Don't update it. This kind of ** novel is about sheep's heads selling * meat. Is this kind of small author supposed to be hit by a car and die? Will he get up for those things? Don't write if you don't know how to write.

It's 130,000 words long, and there aren't many comments yet. I'm just looking at it, so I took a detour.

It's too watery, dragging, and has no useful information at all.

Dude, stop writing feedback and comments. He changed his name. I thought why the wind came in to see you. I'll know.