Claymancers Are Weak? Ever Heard That Art Is an Explosion?

That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she replied naughtily: Okay! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and said that I liked her. She listened blankly and said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old, she was 20 years old, and I was already at the construction site. I have been carrying cement for a year, and she is still in a key university. I can no longer say that I like her, because I feel that I am not worthy of her at all. I keep what I want to say to her to myself, and I will tell her everything when I am worthy of her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. I was more concerned about whether she was a wife and a mother. My career was gradually getting on the right track. I was also a small contractor, taking on some construction sites, and I was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, in a dim room, just the two of us. After a long silence, she spoke: 800, seeing that you are an acquaintance, I will charge you 500. I tried my best not to tremble anymore, and said, "Come with me." Her eyes glazed over for a moment, then flickered, and then like a fire extinguished, she said, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a lady, I have guests, nothing happens, I'll leave first." She left in a hurry. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a look of horror and distress on her face. The TV did not even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump and bump in my heart until it shattered. The last time I saw her, she came to me. She was on the roof, and I looked up at her from downstairs. I just looked at her for a long time, and he left without leaving a word. The next news about her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it. Anyway, I feel very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me as innocently as she did when she was seven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She opened her mouth and said in very soft words: You know... You know... I burst into tears at this time, and immediately said: I know, I know your heart, and my heart has never changed. I will not dislike you. We... She suddenly shook it off excitedly, interrupted me, and only listened to her weak voice and said: No... I want to... Ask you... Update... Hurry up... Okay?

I just said two sentences casually. What should I say? These two sentences. Don't think that these two sentences are nonsense. In fact, they are just nonsense. They are already more than two sentences, so I will say ten sentences in total. Why is it five stars? Because he is very good-looking. When you see this, you will find that I exceeded ten sentences. I didn't want to say anything, so I said a lot of nonsense, but nonsense is also words, so I also successfully commented. I know that talking nonsense is uncultured, so I try not to talk nonsense, although I have said a lot of nonsense. [Notice]

The first few pictures are pretty good (´∀｀*). Let's check it out later. If it's always like this, I won't change the rating. By the way, does this book have a female protagonist? Don't open a harem, I hate harem╰(‵□′)╯ em... Author, I want to ask? Was your math taught by a physical education teacher? This is the first book I have changed my rating for. In fact, I am a relatively easy-going person. Generally speaking, I will give a five-point rating even if the book is not very good. I am really speechless about this book -_-||

All I can say is that the author did not lie. As he said at the beginning, he is an old author and his writing style is the same as that of the novel ten years ago.

"Explosion Is Art" has a shocking title, and the impact is immediately felt upon first reading. It is by no means advocating violent destruction, but using the extreme and eye-catching behavior of "explosion" to delve into the essence and boundaries of art. The book traces back many classic blasting moments, from the planned blasting when dismantling abandoned buildings, to the dust and smoke raised by the collapse under precise design. It is the fusion of power and science that destroys the old spatial structure and breeds new possibilities, like the prelude to urban renewal. In the fireworks show, colorful explosions bloom like dreamy flowers in the night sky. It is the ultimate pursuit of visual feasts. It freezes the fleeting into eternal memories and interprets the ephemeral and gorgeous side of art. The author's writing is bold and full of passion, using sharp strokes to break through the cocoon of conventional art definitions, forcing readers to face the fact that art is eclectic and can be born in the light and roar. Of course, it places too much emphasis on "exploding" a single form, which may leave some people seeking a multi-faceted interpretation of art unsatisfied. But it is undeniable that it has opened a new arch in the palace of art, attracting everyone to step in and re-examine the hidden artistic "hot spots" in the surrounding world. It is a niche but enlightening avant-garde art treatise.

It's very interesting. It's not an imitator. It has a lot of interesting points. It feels unique and completely different from others. It embodies the kind of technology that seems to have really been learned. It's not a complete imitation or a kind of complete reliance on the system to become the strongest. It's very interesting.

Item levels are divided into: white (common), blue (advanced), green (rare), purple (rare), pink (magical), orange (legendary)...

Vadasiva tried his best to read it. It's okay and can be read. It's just that the poison was a bit too much. Fortunately, I have tried all kinds of herbs. Now the poison resistance is very high. I hope the writing will be better. I read the introduction again, and it turned out to be an invincible article, oh! It turns out that this is an invincible novel. Didn't I say that what you wrote is too invincible? [Hold face][Hold face] I just don't use the tens of thousands of bombs in the protagonist's backpack. I just have to use my mental power to control them. Hey, I have them. If I don't use them, I just play, eh. [Hold face][Hold face]

If the elder brother doesn't want to update, just say so. Why bother to deal with the younger brother like this? It seems that the younger brother is being sentimental. The older brother is weak and needs more rest. The younger brother urges the elder brother like this. It is the younger brother's fault. It hurts the elder brother's body and makes the younger brother feel distressed. Unfortunately, whether the elder brother is injured or not has anything to do with the younger brother?

It's good to watch, updated quickly, don't be too messed up, the plot is similar to Nanjiang gangster type, I think it's good