Live from the Wilderness: A Feast for the Senses

Really jb**, just write well when writing about the wilderness. You have to kneel down and lick a few female stars before you can continue writing, right? The author, who is like a useless dog, is just a loser in reality. He fantasizes about having sex with female celebrities all day long, right? It's really a hot chicken licking a dog

As soon as I saw celebrities in it, I didn't want to watch it.

Personally, I hate writing about celebrities.

The current situation of Feilu's novels is that it has left the system, no one is patronizing it, it is a slap in the face, it cannot make transitions, it has left the routine, and it cannot meet the word count. When it comes to digging a hole, it cannot care about burying the soil. When it comes to the heroine, it is hugged backwards. When it comes to the plot, it is an eternal routine. When it comes to being exciting, it all depends on the brain.

Fuck, the first part was pretty good, about 300 pictures, but I just don't know what to say, I can't understand it at all.

Nothing written after chapter 300

Why does it feel like after 370 it was written by two people?

YY belongs to YY, the problem is that you should at least have some common sense and be closer to reality. . . . You start with a harpoon to hunt tuna, why don't you go and make up for the whales?

I promised to survive in the wilderness, but I found out that I was very disappointed. Fortunately, I only read more than 30 chapters.

Do you still need cold beer in Antarctica? You are probably being ridiculous. Isn't the beer still cold in the freezing cold weather?