(No system + cultivating immortals + many women + humor + slow enthusiasm + serious protagonist + more everyday, but it is unlikely to be more everyday)
In his previous life, Qin Wushuang was an orphan with no relatives or friends. When he became an adult, he worked in a black factory and was exhausted by his boss PUA. In this life, Qin Wushuang traveled to Qingyuan Continent. After being reborn, he has unparalleled talents and is bound to stand on the top of the continent! ! !
However, standing proudly on top of the world is too long and far away, so let's plan carefully now. Although I had a hard life in my previous life, I would move less in this life, sleep in a rocking chair, sip bitter tea, and read some leisurely books. Let's talk about the future later… after all, we will reach the top.
But what if you can't board?
Can't get on? Can't get on! Can't get on? ? ? ! ! !
When Qin Wushuang heard this sentence, he was really angry from his heart, and evil grew in his guts. He opened his eyes and bit his teeth. The fire of ignorance burned for 800 miles, and three corpse gods grew on top of them. He straightened his legs, clenched his fists, shouted loudly - turned over and continued to lie down.
Then I won't log in...
Actually, I don't really want to be number one in the world.
Tiandao:...?
Girls:...!
Qin family:......
Father Qin:…
Qin's mother: (●'◡'●)
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But... Qin Wushuang, do you really want to stand at the top?
So, what is the price of being on top of the world?
Did we meet again? Or have you never seen it?
I seem to know you...
Reader comments
The second time I wrote a book, I originally planned to serialize it all the time, and prepared a manuscript of 50,000 words. However, I never expected that sometimes the top of the book would add up to two to three thousand words per page. Originally I wanted to divide it into paragraphs, but the paragraphs were not coherent. Some things are better read in one go. After going round and round, I finally ran out of saved manuscripts, the plot got stuck, the first story was delayed a lot, and there was still a lot left unsaid. Maybe I'm not very good at writing stories, I'm just occasionally interested in writing down what I want to say about the past of another world.
But, do people like him really exist? Should I be proud of his existence? The story moves uncontrollably towards an already clear ending, as if everything is destined. All struggles, all unstoppableness, point to the outcome that has been prepared for a long time. For this reason, how did the former person feel?
The second time I wrote a book, I originally planned to serialize it all the time, and prepared a manuscript of 50,000 words. However, I never expected that sometimes the top of the book would add up to two to three thousand words per page. Originally I wanted to divide it into paragraphs, but the paragraphs were not coherent. Some things are better read in one go. After going round and round, I finally ran out of saved manuscripts, the plot got stuck, the first story was delayed a lot, and there was still a lot left unsaid. Maybe I'm not very good at writing stories, I'm just occasionally interested in writing down what I want to say about the past of another world. But, do people like him really exist? Should I be proud of his existence? The story moves uncontrollably towards an already clear ending, as if everything is destined. All struggles, all unstoppableness, point to the outcome that has been prepared for a long time. For this reason, how did the former person feel?