One Year to Live from the Start, and I Cultivate by Sucking Up

I am an author, how many friends are reading my books? Can you come out and say hello? Hmm... This book is very well written. After all, I wrote it myself. Is it okay to praise myself? If you like reading this novel, please leave a message here. You can tell me any ideas or suggestions you have. The most important thing is, can you give me a five-star review? Brothers and sisters

It started with a one-year lifespan, and all the protagonists were given away, and then they gave away their own eyes, and the most awesome one was the little flame. Damn it, I loved it so much. This author is amazing, I love reading it, please update it quickly, the donkeys at the entrance of the village are more diligent than the author.

It was quite toxic at first and was uncomfortable to watch, but it started to feel better after about 50 chapters. The low score is probably caused by the first 50 chapters.

I saw only 128 young and beautiful women, with lotus steps moving lightly and willow branches swaying gently. They really have a kind of temperament that is unsullied from the mud, clean and not evil. Her skin is like cream, and there seems to be a shimmer on her skin. Her fair face is as beautiful as countless pinks without any makeup. The eyebrows are like distant black, and when you frown slightly, it seems like a landscape painting is unfolding in them. The eyes are like bright stars, deep and clear. They seem to contain the purest spiritual spring in the world, and they also seem to contain endless mysterious galaxies. With just one glance, one can be deeply immersed in them. She has a graceful figure, and as she moves lightly on her lotus steps, there seem to be flowers blooming under her feet. Every step was as light as stepping on clouds, without any trace of earthly fireworks. Dressed in white, the snow is better than the snow, and the clothes are fluttering in the wind, just like the willow branches swaying in the wind in spring, smart and elegant. Her hair fell down like a waterfall and was tied up with only a simple ribbon, but it only added to her beauty and purity. I saw a young woman of 128, walking lightly with lotus steps and swaying willow branches. She really has a kind of temperament that is not stained by the mud, clean but not demonic. Her skin is like cream, and there seems to be a shimmer on her skin. Her fair face is as beautiful as countless pinks without any makeup. The eyebrows are like distant black, and when you frown slightly, it seems like a landscape painting is unfolding in them. The eyes are like bright stars, deep and clear. They seem to contain the purest spiritual spring in the world, and they also seem to contain endless mysterious galaxies. With just one glance, one can be deeply immersed in them. She has a graceful figure, and as she moves lightly on her lotus steps, there seem to be flowers blooming under her feet. Every step was as light as stepping on clouds, without any trace of earthly fireworks. Dressed in white, the snow is better than the snow, and the clothes are fluttering in the wind, just like the willow branches swaying in the wind in spring, smart and elegant. Her hair fell down like a waterfall and was tied up with only a simple ribbon, but it only added to her beauty and purity. I saw a young woman of 128, walking lightly with lotus steps and swaying willow branches. She really has a kind of temperament that is not stained by the mud, clean but not demonic. Her skin is like cream, and there seems to be a shimmer on her skin. Her fair face is as beautiful as countless pinks without any makeup. The eyebrows are like distant black, and when you frown slightly, it seems like a landscape painting is unfolding in them. The eyes are like bright stars, deep and clear. They seem to contain the purest spiritual spring in the world, and they also seem to contain endless mysterious galaxies. With just one glance, one can be deeply immersed in them. She has a graceful figure, and as she moves lightly on her lotus steps, there seem to be flowers blooming under her feet. Every step was as light as stepping on clouds, without any trace of earthly fireworks. Dressed in white, the snow is better than the snow, and the clothes are fluttering in the wind, just like the willow branches swaying in the wind in spring, smart and elegant. Her hair fell down like a waterfall and was tied up with only a simple ribbon, but it only added to her beauty and purity. I saw a young woman of 128, walking lightly with lotus steps and swaying willow branches. She really has a kind of temperament that is not stained by the mud, clean but not demonic. Her skin is like cream, and there seems to be a shimmer on her skin. Her fair face is as beautiful as countless pinks without any makeup. The eyebrows are like distant black, and when you frown slightly, it seems like a landscape painting is unfolding in them. The eyes are like bright stars, deep and clear. They seem to contain the purest spiritual spring in the world, and they also seem to contain endless mysterious galaxies. With just one glance, one can be deeply immersed in them. She has a graceful figure, and as she moves lightly on her lotus steps, there seem to be flowers blooming under her feet. Every step was as light as stepping on clouds, without any trace of earthly fireworks. Dressed in white, the snow is better than the snow, and the clothes are fluttering in the wind, just like the willow branches swaying in the wind in spring, smart and elegant. Her hair fell down like a waterfall and was tied up with only a simple ribbon, but it only added to her beauty and purity. I saw a young woman of 128, walking lightly with lotus steps and swaying willow branches. She really has a kind of temperament that is not stained by the mud, clean but not demonic. Her skin is like cream, and there seems to be a shimmer on her skin. Her fair face is as beautiful as countless pinks without any makeup. The eyebrows are like distant black, and when you frown slightly, it seems like a landscape painting is unfolding in them. The eyes are like bright stars, deep and clear. They seem to contain the purest spiritual spring in the world, and they also seem to contain endless mysterious galaxies. With just one glance, one can be deeply immersed in them. She has a graceful figure, and as she moves lightly on her lotus steps, there seem to be flowers blooming under her feet. Every step was as light as stepping on clouds, without any trace of earthly fireworks. Dressed in white, the snow is better than the snow, and the clothes are fluttering in the wind, just like the willow branches swaying in the wind in spring, smart and elegant. Her hair fell down like a waterfall and was tied up with only a simple ribbon, but it only added to her beauty and purity. I saw a young woman of 128, walking lightly with lotus steps and swaying willow branches. She really has a kind of temperament that is not stained by the mud, clean but not demonic. Her skin is like cream, and there seems to be a shimmer on her skin. Her fair face is as beautiful as countless pinks without any makeup. The eyebrows are like distant black, and when you frown slightly, it seems like a landscape painting is unfolding in them. The eyes are like bright stars, deep and clear. They seem to contain the purest spiritual spring in the world, and they also seem to contain endless mysterious galaxies. With just one glance, one can be deeply immersed in them. She has a graceful figure, and as she moves lightly on her lotus steps, there seem to be flowers blooming under her feet. Every step was as light as stepping on clouds, without any trace of earthly fireworks. Dressed in white, the snow is better than the snow, and the clothes are fluttering in the wind, just like the willow branches swaying in the wind in spring, smart and elegant. Her hair fell down like a waterfall and was tied up with only a simple ribbon, but it only added to her beauty and purity. I saw a young woman of 128, walking lightly with lotus steps and swaying willow branches. She really has a kind of temperament that is not stained by the mud, clean but not demonic. Her skin is like cream, and there seems to be a shimmer on her skin. Her fair face is as beautiful as countless pinks without any makeup. The eyebrows are like distant black, and when you frown slightly, it seems like a landscape painting is unfolding in them. The eyes are like bright stars, deep and clear. They seem to contain the purest spiritual spring in the world, and they also seem to contain endless mysterious galaxies. With just one glance, one can be deeply immersed in them. She has a graceful figure, and as she moves lightly on her lotus steps, there seem to be flowers blooming under her feet. Every step was as light as stepping on clouds, without any trace of earthly fireworks. Dressed in white, the snow is better than the snow, and the clothes are fluttering in the wind, just like the willow branches swaying in the wind in spring, smart and elegant. Her hair fell like a waterfall and was tied up with only a simple ribbon, but it only added to her beauty and freshness.

It's very nice. I got a thousand years of life as a gift, a Chaos Yin-Yang Pupil as a gift, a small flame as a gift, and the World-Destroying Emperor Flame. Please update the author faster.

It feels okay and I can keep watching. It would be better if the plot had more ups and downs.

This book is very similar to another book, and it feels like it was written in imitation, but I think this genre is very suitable for me, and I like to read it. So far, I still like it quite a lot. I don't think the rating is so low. 6.7 Is too low. This book should have at least an 8. I will come back to review after I read more chapters. I see that many people who reviewed this book gave one and two stars, but I really don't think it is.

At first glance, it won't be a bug. Wouldn't it be better to send it directly for repair? Get 10 years of cultivation! Come and get a 10,000-fold return! It's already 100,000 years old!

So cool, not enough! ! ! ! ! ! !

Beautiful sister, sister, sister, sister