[Imagination]+[No Harem]+[Slow Heat]+[Sword Cultivator]+[Not Brainless]+[Not a Cool Article] Welcome to read it.
On a silent winter night, with the wind and snow in the sky, a child's tender little hands were groping for something in the darkness, but the clouds were not clearing, the moon was hidden, and the stars were sinking. His eyes that reflected the snowflakes could not see through the flying snow, and the tall figure was nowhere to be found.
But the fairy sword lying in my arms was still warm. There was indeed such a person standing in front of me just now, and he said this: "Little bastard, don't forget to return my master's sword to me in the future..."
Reader comments
It's a bit slow, but the more you read it, the better it gets. It's not a clichéd formula.
The battle descriptions are extremely exciting, the plot climaxes one after another, and the various reversals are very fascinating.
The words are relatively concise, but some plots can be summed up in one sentence to speed up the pace.
It's a bit slow, but the more you read it, the better it gets. It's not a clichéd formula. The battle descriptions are extremely exciting, the plot climaxes one after another, and the various reversals are very fascinating. The words are relatively concise, but some plots can be summed up in one sentence to speed up the pace.