I want to watch content similar to "Lu Mingfei, what kind of supreme are you if you can't save them". The big stage of "Dragon", if you are good at writing, come. Ranking criteria: rating, popularity, plot, writing style, word count... I recommend it first
Lu Mingfei, the most powerful ten-shadow magician in modern times VS Norton, the most powerful alchemical dragon king in history Lu Mingfei: He will win
I understand everything about the first book, so I won't say more. The second book was very enjoyable for me, and it is completely consistent with my idea of Lu Mingfei. The third one, Jiang Nan is a bad fan writer. The fourth one, so far, is okay. I feel it has good potential, but the writing in it is very complicated.
Li Shouge's voice still echoed among the ruins, but no one responded. The wind blows up from the depths of the red well, blowing the white ash, like raising a layer of frost that does not belong to the world. Just then, they heard it. Song. First there was a very low hum, coming from all directions, like a well crying, and like ashes singing. Then, a very soft child's voice emerged from the depths of the night, intermittent, like a prayer and a curse. Fingel trembled all over, as if the voice touched him from the back of his neck. Lu Mingfei also stopped. The singing voice was too soft, as if it was leaking in from another world. Don't be afraid, we are willing to enjoy their "praise". Come, come closer, come closer - Listen. The singing voice rose from the bottom of the well. It was not singing, chanting, or chanting. It's something practicing smiling with ten thousand dead mouths. ---Don't be afraid, dear child, don't close your last eyes. We are neither in the sky nor under the earth. We live in every inch of memory that you dare not look back on. Come, don't be afraid, we are willing to enjoy their praise - praise is the knife, praise is ashes, praise is the "who" before dying. --- Do not be afraid, do not be afraid, we are the dream you never made. We are the hands that hold the rain, we are the love inside your pain. Sing for us, sing for us, let the hollow begin choir. Every tear becomes a hymn, every wound a violin. The root of the flower is stuck on the tongue. Every time you say "love", you tell a lie. --- We are the ones who lost the light, who kissed the sun and took its sight. We are the silence after screams, we are the children made of steam. Come, join us, take out your heart and roast it on the fire. Listen to it singing, listen to it shouting, listen to it say: Mom, I'm so cold, bury me in your smile. --- Do not run, do not hide, we are the wolves inside your side. Do not cry, do not pray, we are the last thing you obey. The world is a well, we have been climbing for eight thousand years, and when we can't climb out, we fill it up. Use your eyes, use your ribs, use the unfinished name, use the dirty warmth you are finally willing to shed. --- We sing for you, we sing for you, from the place where roses rot. Every kiss becomes a knot, every hope a hangman's spot. Don't be afraid, we are willing to enjoy their "praise" - praise is light, praise is black, praise is the stomach that swallows itself. Praise is the name you suddenly think of at night but dare not shout out. That name is "person". --- We are the hymn, we are the hurt, we are the face beneath the dirt. We are the prayer with broken knees, we are the nothing that you need. Come on, come on, don't stand in the light and tremble, the light is also our tongue. Dedicate your shadow to us, and we will reward you with a dream that will never wake up, and a pair of eyes that will never shine. --- Hush now, hush now, let the bells all rot away. Hush now, hush now, we were never here to stay. We are the choir of the lost, we are the frost upon the cross. We have no mouths, so we can always talk. We didn't die, so - you won't die either. --- Come on, come on, take off your crying human skin, and stand in a gray line with us. Stop looking at the sky, the sky is already blind. Stop looking at the ground, the ground is eating. Don't be afraid, we are willing to enjoy their "praise". Praise us, use your last tongue, use your last tear, use your last voice, "It doesn't matter." --- We are the song, we are the sin, we are the night that never ends. We are the smile without a face, we are the shadow in your grace. So sing, sing, break your throat and sweeten your blood. Sing to the sky where there is no one, Sing to the empty room. Sing: "Don't be afraid, we are willing to enjoy their praise." Sing: "Praise them, praise them, praise them, until no more, no more, no more-" --- The voice breaks here. It was like someone took the knife out of his mouth and took a breath. Then, the song comes again, softer and farther away, as if crawling out of your own head. --- Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. We do, we do, we - do. Enjoy their praise, enjoy their praise, enjoy their praise - beauty - --- Do not fear, for we are here. Do not fear, for we are near. Do not fear, for we are the tear that never falls, that never dries, that never dies. Close your eyes. Don't take that breath. Don't let it get out of your body. Because that's the only thing you can bring to us. --- The singing stopped. White light flashed.
I really couldn't stand it when I saw God of Death on the list [face covering], why not try this book? Absolutely immortal! The further back you look, the more exciting it becomes! Every starting story and character appearance are interconnected by ultimate cause and effect. I would like to recommend to my family what I consider to be one of the most beautiful novels about another world. It has a high-octane plot, logical and harmonious ingenuity, and ultimate aesthetic skills. It is definitely the most worth-read novel this year.
She shamelessly promotes her own book, and everyone makes up for their regrets. At the beginning, Eriyi opens the door of the screening room, and leads Eriyi to the perfect ending. She will refer to Dragon Clan 1-5 plus the settings in Dragon Clan Strange Stories and work hard to give this difficult ending!