I'm in Teyvat, and I Got the Dream Blade from the Start!

This book would be perfect if it had a single female protagonist, but I feel like I don't like having a harem [I'm about to cry]

Looks good, come on

Some suggestions: The author can write that the real soul of thunder and lightning is in the dream of one heart (revised), I want all the sisters, no tragedy, OK! [Crying] emmm, that's sloppy, the author thinks the same as me. (The clown is actually me)

Can the author give me a thumbs up? I'll exchange it for a gift

Why do you want me to wait? Why! You are so cruel. Do you know that your unfinished article will make me sleepless all night long? Thinking about how long I have to wait, I wake up in the middle of the night. My hands and feet are cold. I want to struggle but I have no strength. It feels like a big hole has been drilled into my heart. Do you care? You don't care, you only care about yourself, just like you don't care that there is no lion in the lion's head and no wife in the wife cake, you also don't care about me waiting until I'm going crazy! ! [Almost crying]

Okay, okay, I like it very much. Author, go ahead and code it for me.

The author writes well! Keep up the good work! I just want to say that compared to those who play more ambiguously and refuse to admit it! I prefer this kind of male protagonist! There are also those who pretend to be single female protagonists, but end up writing emotional scenes with other women! And if you don't want that kind of thing, it'll be really uncomfortable to death, so this kind of thing is not bad [you taste it carefully]

Although I don't understand why the author wants Brother Cheng to behave like this, I like it [laughs evilly]

Good, look, hope, hope, don't, bad, end, have, beg, beg, have, thank, thank, author. [Cry][like][laugh evilly]

After reading these chapters, I looked solemn, lowered my head deeply, turned off my phone silently, stood up, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of 1982 collector's edition Nongfu Spring, held it tightly in my hand, and walked slowly When I went to the window, the scenery outside the window was a bit dim, just like my mood, heavy, very heavy. Gradually, it began to rain lightly in the gray sky outside. Why, my vision was blurred. I don't know whether it was me crying or the rain was heavy. It might be both. My mood became more melancholy. I could no longer suppress my inner emotions. I opened the window and shouted out the window: Who do you look down on in the next few chapters?