Cast Out by a Wealthy Family for Seven Years, I Return to Eight Fiancées

Reading this book is like drinking from a pot of burning knives. It is strong in the mouth and even stronger in the aftertaste. Chen Mo is not the "returning god of war" in the traditional sense of Long Aotian. He is more like a broken knife hidden in an enamel cup - there are seven cracks on the bottom of the cup, each of which is engraved with the blood debt of the rainy night in Jiangnan seven years ago. The most ruthless writing power of the author is not in the life-and-death situation that Wu Meng Yan San Dao took over, but in those "handle with care" details: Shen Qingluan's words "everything on the ground is there" when he knelt down to pick up the fragments, Bai Suyi said "alive" in lip language across the crowd, and Gu Xiaobei's fingertips hung on the controller for three-tenths of a second. If the female protagonists are not well written, it will become a stamp collection, but every woman in this book has her own sword and gun. They are not Chen Mo's vassals, but the roots that he planted seven years ago and are now emerging. The setting of the Five Realms of Ancient Martial Arts is solid, and the suspense line of the Shadow Organization is deeply buried. The face under the Pluto mask that is three-thirds similar to Chen Mo gives the word "return" a fatalistic weight. The only thing that was both painful and satisfying was that Chen Mo was too tolerant. He could punch through a half-step master, but he still had to trade his ribs for Ye Qingtian's half-inch distraction. This kind of writing method of "exchanging injuries for lives" makes readers feel pain together, but also feel angry at the same time. If you are tired of the mindless crushing of the system flow, this book will tell you: the real strong man returns, not because he has never fallen, but because he has been broken and can put himself back together piece by piece, and then smiles and asks his opponent - "What is the next level?"