
Great Tang: My Father and I Are Enemies
大唐:我和我爹是仇人
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 420k Words
- Genre
- Military & History
- Subgenre
- Alternate History
- Updated
- 4y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
205Chapters
4.2MReads
8kFlowers
10.0Score
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The Tang Dynasty is nothing, but I, the Qin Dynasty, will survive forever.
Quickly kill Hejian** Wang's family or all your tickets and flowers will be gone.
Gao Shilian is a piece of shit, he is still the first military officer
The protagonist should kill Mrs. Zhao and Li Hao, plus his father, whoever blocks me will die.
Does anyone want the kind of Confucian inheritance that brings disaster to the country and the people?
I really don't know why these system writers write so much. Will they unconditionally believe in the system? Don't you think the system is right? Are they fattening on purpose? Are all the protagonists mentally retarded?
I also feel that this book is very familiar, as if I have read it before!
Treating an enemy to make him suffer is not to make him die, but to make his life worse than death. If the enemy's father values his legitimate son but treats the protagonist less than him, then what will happen to the eunuch Li Haocheng?
You have a headache, Confucianism, what else can you do?
Author **, the protagonist thought that other people's music was not good, and people asked you if you had any good music. Who asked you to recite poems like this? This ** is sick.