Ghost Constable of the Living World

Come, the author read with me, and I solemnly swear: starting from today, I will never update. I will not watch dramas, travel, or get sick. I will play no games, no hydrology. Strict self-discipline, cherishing time like gold, perseverance, hard work, advocating first-class, striving for brilliance, taking pleasure in coding, being tempered into steel, and worthy of readers, worthy of youth, and worthy of the future. As an author, I solemnly declare: I firmly believe that I am an excellent author. Coding is my bounden duty. I have unlimited potential and am not afraid of hardship! I can code words diligently. I am a keyboard in the dark and a guard on the Great Wall of Internet. I voluntarily dedicate my life to code words every day and every night. .

I give you five stars, don't be proud, update quickly~ [rolls eyes] [Pouts] One chapter is not enough!

It's not bad, mainly because the person who leads the way hates this woman a bit, dragging her like she's worth 2,580,000 yuan [laughs awkwardly]

Luo Binghe waited for Shen Qingqiu for 5 years, Xue Yang waited for Xiao Xingchen for 8 years, Lan Wangji waited for Wei Wuxian for 13 years, Ye Hua waited for Bai Qian for 300 years, Sun Wukong waited for Tang Seng for 500 years, Yuwen Tuo waited for Ning Ke for 500 years, Huacheng waited for Xie Lian for 800 years, Feng Qingxue Baili Tusu has waited for 900 years, Nightshade has waited for Long Yang for 1,000 years, Bai Niangzi has waited for Xu Xian for 1,000 years, Yi Xiaochuan has waited for Yu Shu for 2,000 years, Su Jiuer has waited for Feng Xi for 3,000 years, Xiyao has waited for Feipeng for thousands of years, and Zixuan has waited for Changqing for three lives and three lives. And I have been waiting for your update. One day, one day, one month, a frail young girl was lying beside the bed, with a slight smile on her lips. Her outstretched hand trembled slightly, and tears shone in the corners of her eyes. The hoarse voice murmured: "Don't forget to update

Why do you think this book should be written for good? Why do you have so many funny plots? That woman has been playing as soon as she appeared. She is obviously powerful. Three evil Taoists can be killed together. You have to play, one by one. Even if you say that you are watching the evil Taoist, just one will be enough. What is the matter with two people watching the show, and it is for merit? Zhenxu, if you don't kill the evil Taoist quickly, until he kills the two women to heal their wounds, and then takes action, as well as the protagonist, how can you see someone commit suicide with all his strength, but they don't come together to kill someone? What is the reason why the protagonist is a member of society? The setting for the protagonist at the beginning is unclear. It makes sense for Zhenxu not to take action, but if he has the ability to not stop him on the spot, there may be karma. According to the setting given to the protagonist at the beginning, the protagonist should be filled with righteous indignation. What you are writing now is that the protagonist's attitude fluctuates from left to right without a definite character. After the appearance of the woman, the whole book has been divided.

After reading more than 50 chapters, two villains appear, and they are all women, all of whom are familiar with each other. It is made as if the protagonist is her boyfriend. Especially the first villain, I can't stand it. It is obvious that I made a mistake and I want the protagonist to compensate you. These two supporting female characters are really disgusting, and the fighting plot looks like a joke.

It's not bad, it's not comparable to that kind of mindless novel, come on

It's good to read, but the author ran away halfway through the novel. I hope the author will finish this novel soon.

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 slowly walked to the window. The scenery outside the window was a bit dim, just like my mood, heavy, very heavy. Gradually, it became gray outside. It started to rain lightly in the misty sky. Why, my vision was blurred. I don't know if it was me crying or the rain was getting heavier. It might be both. My mood became even 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 just a few chapters? Say, who do you look down on?

Looks good