[Long-winded version] This book has it all: transmigration, fantasy, urban life, romance, alternate worlds, science fiction, school life, wuxia, xianxia, and more. Infinite-flow and portable-space tropes are a must. If you can think of it, it's here. Follow our hapless heroine as she inexplicably finds herself saddled with the shackles of destiny and sent on a quest for divine artifacts, living a fantastical life that's both tragic and fortunate.
[Short version] This book is a big hotchpotch. Whatever genre you're looking for, come on in and see if you can find a dish you like.
I beg the author to finish writing Darkness and don't give up. I watched Darkness in sixth grade and have been working for 5 years now. I only have this obsession...
I beg the author to finish writing Darkness and don't give up. I watched Darkness in sixth grade and have been working for 5 years now. I only have this obsession...
Youda, if you don't update, I will wait. I don't know if others will be with me, but I promise that even if you don't update for ten years, I will still be here! I really like your writing! I came here after seeing your physical book. "Happy Life in Portable Space" - "Little Space Witch"
Does anyone still remember this article? ?
Two years later, it is still stuck at Chapter 8. I remember that You Ming updated it at the beginning/point. It seems that the editor told You Ming that not many readers would like this kind of article.
And then the author got hit? !
Hit now? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Don't dig
This makes me feel so embarrassed after waiting for 2 years! ! ! !
This makes me, who is chasing after me from the darkness, really unable to afford to be hurt! ! ! !
I really, really like Chu Yuan! The phrase "We depend on each other for survival, we only have each other" is still very impressive to this day! !
The author bows,
Don't listen to what the editor says.
This article is very well written. Although I don't remember what I wrote, I clearly remember my mood when I first read this article. I really wanted to continue reading it, but you stopped writing. Is it very frustrating? ? I remember I made a lot of complaints about it
No matter what, keep writing. I don't know if you will read this article again or see my comment. I just want to say, keep writing. If you are worried that no one will watch, then I support you with actions: I will watch. Even add V.
If not, think about the simplest wish you had when you first wrote the article.
If it still doesn't work, any friends who have the same wish as me, please go down and add a building! Use our actions to support Netherworld and continue writing this article!
Yesterday, I watched Darkness again on the network disk. I downloaded Jinjiang today. I would like to ask the author if he will write more in the future? I have been waiting for 20 years since 2013, but when the epidemic came, I still couldn't wait for you to update your posts! Please fill in the hole quickly???
What are your favorite articles and things that the author likes? Is he also a person of temperament?
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You climbed down well!" I think she was praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breather?" She invited me. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Are you comfortable squatting?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!" "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture towards the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day, you will meet me squatting at the bottom of the pit, with my head raised to the sky, crying in the wind; maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, with my long hair covering my face, and my nails falling off. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am?
The pit is deep. Stretch your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that with this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they had legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends were floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You climbed down well!" I think she was praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breath?" She invited me. "No, thank you!" I was tired of climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of the pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Are you comfortable squatting?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!" "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the trap. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes were infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing the cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with its head raised, and I keep devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there are creatures called birds in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminatory to them that it is difficult for them to imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day, you will meet me squatting at the bottom of the pit, with my head raised to the sky, crying in the wind; maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, with my long hair on my face, and my nails falling off. Crawling towards you step by step, passing my hand through your black hair, passing through your network and my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of someone who is squatting in the pit, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
The pit is deep. Stretch your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that with this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they had legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends were floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You climbed down well!" I think she was praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breath?" She invited me. "No, thank you!" I was tired of climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of the pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Are you comfortable squatting?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!" "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the trap. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes were infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing the cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with its head raised, and I keep devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there are creatures called birds in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminatory to them that it is difficult for them to imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day, you will meet me squatting at the bottom of the pit, with my head raised to the sky, crying in the wind; maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, with my long hair on my face, and my nails falling off. Crawling towards you step by step, passing my hand through your black hair, passing through your network and my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of someone who is squatting in the pit, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
Why isn't it updated? Why isn't it updated? It's hard to find an article that is neither a virgin nor a novice. The heroine is very strong and does not need too much emotional drag. There is fantasy and there is no arrogant and self-righteous sand pig stallion man. The author's writing style is also mature. Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Suits my taste. Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Is good-looking. I like it.
I beg the author to finish writing Darkness and don't give up. I watched Darkness in sixth grade and have been working for 5 years now. I only have this obsession...
I beg the author to finish writing Darkness and don't give up. I watched Darkness in sixth grade and have been working for 5 years now. I only have this obsession...
Youda, if you don't update, I will wait. I don't know if others will be with me, but I promise that even if you don't update for ten years, I will still be here! I really like your writing! I came here after seeing your physical book. "Happy Life in Portable Space" - "Little Space Witch"
Does anyone still remember this article? ? Two years later, it is still stuck at Chapter 8. I remember that You Ming updated it at the beginning/point. It seems that the editor told You Ming that not many readers would like this kind of article. And then the author got hit? ! Hit now? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Don't dig This makes me feel so embarrassed after waiting for 2 years! ! ! ! This makes me, who is chasing after me from the darkness, really unable to afford to be hurt! ! ! ! I really, really like Chu Yuan! The phrase "We depend on each other for survival, we only have each other" is still very impressive to this day! ! The author bows, Don't listen to what the editor says. This article is very well written. Although I don't remember what I wrote, I clearly remember my mood when I first read this article. I really wanted to continue reading it, but you stopped writing. Is it very frustrating? ? I remember I made a lot of complaints about it No matter what, keep writing. I don't know if you will read this article again or see my comment. I just want to say, keep writing. If you are worried that no one will watch, then I support you with actions: I will watch. Even add V. If not, think about the simplest wish you had when you first wrote the article. If it still doesn't work, any friends who have the same wish as me, please go down and add a building! Use our actions to support Netherworld and continue writing this article!
Yesterday, I watched Darkness again on the network disk. I downloaded Jinjiang today. I would like to ask the author if he will write more in the future? I have been waiting for 20 years since 2013, but when the epidemic came, I still couldn't wait for you to update your posts! Please fill in the hole quickly???
What are your favorite articles and things that the author likes? Is he also a person of temperament?
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You climbed down well!" I think she was praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breather?" She invited me. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Are you comfortable squatting?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!" "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture towards the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day, you will meet me squatting at the bottom of the pit, with my head raised to the sky, crying in the wind; maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, with my long hair covering my face, and my nails falling off. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am?
The pit is deep. Stretch your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that with this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they had legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends were floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You climbed down well!" I think she was praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breath?" She invited me. "No, thank you!" I was tired of climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of the pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Are you comfortable squatting?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!" "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the trap. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes were infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing the cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with its head raised, and I keep devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there are creatures called birds in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminatory to them that it is difficult for them to imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day, you will meet me squatting at the bottom of the pit, with my head raised to the sky, crying in the wind; maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, with my long hair on my face, and my nails falling off. Crawling towards you step by step, passing my hand through your black hair, passing through your network and my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of someone who is squatting in the pit, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
The pit is deep. Stretch your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that with this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they had legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends were floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You climbed down well!" I think she was praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breath?" She invited me. "No, thank you!" I was tired of climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of the pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Are you comfortable squatting?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!" "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the trap. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes were infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing the cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with its head raised, and I keep devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there are creatures called birds in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminatory to them that it is difficult for them to imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day, you will meet me squatting at the bottom of the pit, with my head raised to the sky, crying in the wind; maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, with my long hair on my face, and my nails falling off. Crawling towards you step by step, passing my hand through your black hair, passing through your network and my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of someone who is squatting in the pit, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]
Why isn't it updated? Why isn't it updated? It's hard to find an article that is neither a virgin nor a novice. The heroine is very strong and does not need too much emotional drag. There is fantasy and there is no arrogant and self-righteous sand pig stallion man. The author's writing style is also mature. Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Suits my taste. Mrs. Mrs. Mrs. Is good-looking. I like it.