A Performer Is Weak? The White Crane Boy Scares the Black Mother of the Great Buddha Out of Her Wits

I didn't expect King Beria to be so talented

It's pretty good... To say the least. Not too shocking, just a bit funny. Since the author may not have had contact with girls or women, he wanted to portray a sexy supporting actress. I was almost halfway through the movie and almost finished it, but I didn't even remember the girl's name clearly. I remembered that as soon as she appeared on the scene, she must have sexy black stockings, plump breasts and long legs, and pay attention to the protagonist. I would like to call her a sexy lady in black stockings. …. It's actually kind of funny.

Although you can invite gods at no cost, this setting is a bit inconsistent with traditional culture. It is recommended to add a setting for offering incense. Maybe I've watched too many Hong Kong movies, but I think it's better to add an offering. The gods may not need incense, but offering is a sign of respect. The gods in traditional Chinese mythology can basically find their prototypes in history. This kind of offering represents respecting gods and ancestors (actually, I personally think that "Xian" in "Xian" Yintong refers to ancestors, and immortals refer to those immortal ancestors. It is also the Chinese people's wishes for those ancestors. After all, the prototypes of those immortal gods are historical figures who have done merit to the Chinese people)

It's great. It has mythology, history, and some traditional culture. The overall writing style is complete and there are not too many boring parts. I support the author to continue writing and continue to write wonderful content for readers to watch. Come on ❤️

That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future. She also answered me very naughtily, "Okay!" That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me, so I raised my head and told her that I liked her. She listened blankly, said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I have been working outside the home for a year. She also attended a key university. I love you, I can't say it out loud anymore, I can only keep this love in my heart. Because I feel like I'm not good enough for her at all. I wrote down everything I wanted to say to her in my diary, and I will tell her when I am worthy of her. I didn't meet her in the next four years, and I heard that she had found a good job. But what I care more about is whether she is a wife and a mother. Gradually my work got on the right track. Never be embarrassed by money again. When I met her on the street by chance, I thought we could say hello like friends we hadn't seen for a long time, but she turned around and walked away without leaving a word. The next time we heard from her was a year later, and it was a call from her mother. She said she was ill and could not be cured and wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it, I just feel a little depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my heart, but I still forced myself to smile at her. I didn't know how ugly that smile was. But she also smiled at me, like she was 11 years old. Smiling so innocently. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold it. Tears couldn't help but fall down. She said to me in a weak and low voice: I... Want to remind me of the update.

Update soon! Listening to the BGM of the ghost-killing game is about to explode! I wish I could just step on Yubu and kill two ghosts [face-covering][face-covering]

It's good to read. This book is really good. It's a folkloric wandering god, plus a Shinto novel. The genre of refreshing writing is more folklore. If you like some traditional culture, you can come and read it. Well, I hope the author doesn't collapse in the later stages.

A new track can be regarded as pioneering. Personally, I feel that since we invite gods to fight, we should write down the state of the gods during the battle, just like what is written in the introduction of the book. Which god should be invited? His character should be expressed, and there should be many lines. The deeds of this god should be sung by the singing group, so that people who see it can know who is performing the role.

Author, look at this The author reads it with me: Starting today, it will never be updated. I will not watch dramas, travel, or get sick. I won't play games, and I won't get drunk. I will burst into words, life and death. I am the keyboard in the dark, the guard on the Great Wall of Internet; resisting the cold flames, the light at dawn, I dedicate my life and glory to code words, tonight and every night.

That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future. She also answered me very naughtily, "Okay!" That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me, so I raised my head and told her that I liked her. She listened blankly, said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I have been working outside the home for a year. She also attended a key university. I love you, I can't say it out loud anymore, I can only keep this love in my heart. Because I feel like I'm not good enough for her at all. I wrote down everything I wanted to say to her in my diary, and I will tell her when I am worthy of her. I didn't meet her in the next four years, and I heard that she had found a good job. But what I care more about is whether she is a wife and a mother. Gradually my work got on the right track. Never be embarrassed by money again. When I met her on the street by chance, I thought we could say hello like friends we hadn't seen for a long time, but she turned around and walked away without leaving a word. The next time we heard from her was a year later, and it was a call from her mother. She said she was ill and could not be cured and wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it, I just feel a little depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my heart, but I still forced myself to smile at her. I didn't know how ugly that smile was. But she also smiled at me, like she was 11 years old. Smiling so innocently. She raised her hand, and I quickly went over to hold it. Tears couldn't help but fall down. She said to me in a weak and low voice: I... Want to make an update.