
Laozi
老子
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 776k Words
- Genre
- Fanfiction
- Subgenre
- Film & TV Fanfiction
- Updated
- 5y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
173Chapters
14.1MReads
15.3kFlowers
10.0Score
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Author~Ah~Author, try harder~ah... Harder~Faster, faster~Ahhhhhhhhhh...
A novel is a novel, why does it have to be consistent with reality? Seeing the main character being defeated and the whole system still abusing the main character makes me convinced. And I'm afraid he's not a cannon fodder with this personality.
I don't understand why I have to rape people when writing a novel? The first impression I have at the beginning is that the protagonist is as timid as a mouse, wretched, and panics when things happen. After all, he is an adult. After being influenced by various film and television novels in the 21st century, he still behaves like this. He is so forward-looking and timid even though there is a system. No matter how good your writing is, the first impression will always be deeply rooted in people's hearts.
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No, Ming Shiyin, the other party said that if he loses, he will become his disciple, and if he wins, he will take Ming Shiyin's head. No matter how you think about it, that person will make a sure profit, right?
Alas, I just code words at home honestly, whatever I can't do, my life is number one!!!
I will never write a TV series again **The plot is too long**
After bleaching, lighting wax, burning paper, and adding incense, there was no movement. Pour wine and pay tribute. Fired cannons and smashed monuments, but no response. Digging graves, digging graves, opening coffins, whipping corpses, and having no temper. Setting up tables, drawing talismans, performing martial arts, and thunder. No fake corpse. Burn the corpse, crush the bones, raise the ashes, and try again. Dharma bell, wooden sword, villain, chanting a spell. Calling for spirits. Shedding tears, crying bitterly, wailing, beating the ground... The author died, and the poor man had no way to save himself.
I feel like you can write about Super Seminary
Everyone, we have a long way to go, but we are destined to be together.