Sister-In-Law of the God of Light

The heroine is really lucky to meet a Gryffindor like Hermione who is as sharp, smart, passionate and persistent, otherwise she will be alone for the rest of her life. Keen, intelligent, passionate and persistent, nothing less can't stand this heroine. If you are not sensitive enough to know what the heroine is worried about, you are not smart enough to say something that makes the heroine unable to escape, you are not passionate enough and you will feel sorry for yourself and feel abandoned, you are not persistent enough, if you take a step closer to her and you want to take a hundred steps back, the relationship will have broken down long ago - this kind of heroine looks too tiring to be with, and it is even more tiring to get along with her. Obviously the heroine has many excellent qualities, such as being delicate, considerate and empathic (visiting Harry in his nightmare late at night and comforting him); such as being elegant, loving to learn, and having high standards for herself but not forcing others to do so. Based on the energy with which she exercises her body in front of the mirror, I can imagine an elegant, noble and a little melancholy and alienated woman. Beauty, how lovable; for example, the secret behind the identity change and the charm reflected between the cold and arrogant social queen in the Muggle world and the silent and melancholy lady in the wizarding world... But these authors don't write about it, just like thinking of a good character setting, mentioning it and then throwing it away. Instead, they keep emphasizing that the heroine wants to escape and be autistic. I am miserable. You don't understand me. Don't come close to my self-pity... It's really confusing. Instead of focusing on the advantages that so many people have set up in the past and describing them in detail, they must repeatedly emphasize the entanglement and self-stretching of the heroine. Doesn't this reflect the highlight of the character at all? I can see many advantages of the heroine from sporadic details, but the author devotes a lot of space to the shortcomings of the heroine... She is so entangled that it makes me tired.

It's good-looking, but it's so short, woo woo woo

The author has grown, and the author can see the growth with the naked eye. It is not a problem with the writing style. If the writing style is there, it will be there. If it is not there, it will not be there. If you write a hundred books, it will be like that. The author's two books, One Night and Qingfeng, I think are a bit over-the-top. When comparing One Night to Petersburg, Petersburg is panic, not chaotic, but very panic. There are many characters, but they are eager to grow up, and they are a little unclear. They are written in a foreign background, panic and excitement, and occasionally the plot is a bit bloody and funny, but There is really no one in Yiye, and the male and female protagonists are much more comfortable than the previous couples. I don't like Song Nanya very much, and Zhuang Manyu is so-so... But Yiye, the heroine, is really not a comfort zone, but a special dominance zone. She is very Lu Qiqi, very Song Meishan, and calm and comfortable. I really like the advanced version of Sister Lu. Today's plot is a complete re-enactment of the scene where Lu Yuqi and Xiao Jiuling met again for the first time. But Yiye wrote it so well. Really, I was moved and gratified. The same plot happened to a more comfortable male and female protagonist. It's amazing! Moreover, Shokhorov's insertion of "Quiet Don" happened at the right time. There is really nothing wrong with it at all. I love it overnight, I really love it! Let's talk about Qingfeng again. The plot of Qingfeng is a bit more complicated than that of Yujian, but the direction is similar. The heroine will become the heroine herself, but I still love One Night Love. Why am I so good at writing... Of course, I'm calling the new book. Is the title in Russian? Anyway, love you!

Most people have a very unfriendly attitude towards this disease. There was a person in my hometown who was sick before, and everyone around him avoided him and refused to even come near him. I thought that this was not a respiratory infectious disease. I can only say that the prejudice is too great. After all, it is not as easy to gain sympathy as ordinary diseases. All I can say is to love yourself as much as possible and pay more attention to this kind of thing.

It's so good but it's a rip-off, it's a pity

? Not updated? You failed me sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,

It's 2021, and there should be no end in sight for this life.

Oh my god, I like Wu Nao Tian~

It's a tie. It can be seen that Dada is thinking very seriously and is looking forward to the subsequent development of the plot.

Zerg writing should be classified as pure love

Lin Jing'er Lin Jing'er! ! ! ! !

Sixty seven, As soon as he entered the carriage, Sun Wukong saw that although Yang Jian closed his eyes and said nothing, his expression remained unchanged. He couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he said reluctantly: "Tsk, I, the old Sun, was shaking the world outside and screamed at you several times, but you didn't say anything. I thought you had an accident, but it turned out that you still had the intention to sit here quietly. You have nothing to worry about." Yang Jian lazily opened his eyes, glanced at Sun Wukong coldly, then closed his eyes again, humming: "I'm not worried? I was almost killed by you! The great sage's bullshit turned out to be nothing more than this, where are you? I was so satisfied with relaxing my muscles and activating my blood circulation, but I accidentally let in the poisonous mist. How could my body withstand the poison of that monster at this moment? If I hadn't closed my breathing and blocked my blood vessels, you would have only seen a mummy when you came in." Sun Wukong realized that he was wrong and said with a smile: "I, the old Sun, didn't mean to be negligent. I already knew that you are not as useless as you said, and you must have your own way to save your life." Yang Jian showed a smile of unknown meaning. For some reason, Sun Wukong's heart jumped when he saw it, but he heard Yang Jian say slowly: "There are ways to save your life, but your Monkey King's brand is about to be destroyed." Sun Wukong shouted: "What do you say?" Yang Jian stopped talking. Sun Wukong scratched his head and scratched his head anxiously. He didn't want to use force to force him to use the cliche words. For a moment, Yang Jian was really helpless. When he was furious, he heard a faint sigh from the top of the carriage: "Hey, the old Bagua furnace is short of materials recently. I wonder if that stone monkey can add more fire to me?" When Sun Wukong heard this, he was very happy. He stretched out his head and rushed out of the car window. Sure enough, he saw an old Taoist in green robes, white hair and long beard sitting cross-legged on the roof of the carriage. It was the Taishang Laojun from Tushita Palace. Sun Wukong burst into laughter with a "pop" sound: "I wonder who came back to smash my signboard. It turned out to be you. Forget it, you don't have to worry about it. I won't dare to call myself a great sage in front of you two again!" Taishang Laojun took a sip and said: "Damn monkey head, you still dare to joke!" Sun Wukong glanced around. The umbrella stand turned into a golden hoop was still supported on the top of the carriage, and the black poisonous net on the periphery was still hissing. However, in a few words, he had lost more than half of his vellus hairs. It seemed that the remaining little monkeys could not hold on for too long. He shook his body and collected the vellus hairs. The black figure was somewhat embarrassed. After hearing the conversation, he looked up and saw that he was surprised. The dozens of miles around the carriage had been occupied by the poison he had released, forming a relatively independent space although it was not a barrier. No one could enter or the wind would change. Even if you don't know, you will notice how this old Taoist priest who looks so decrepit can reach the roof of the carriage quietly. Judging from his demeanor, he seems to have arrived a long time ago, but he doesn't know what kind of movement he used to easily pass through the poisonous net he laid out with all his strength. Those damn little monkeys disappeared all of a sudden, and the black shadow secretly let out a breath. Although these things did not pose a threat to him, they were really troublesome to deal with. But seeing that the monkey head took away its clones so happily, the old Taoist priest must have a perfect method at this moment. At that moment, I was secretly thinking, wondering where the person in the car who had never been seen came from, and how could he ask the Monkey King to protect him? Could it be that this time, I made a mistake? But even if I tried my best, I couldn't figure out what the difference was. Sun Wukong looked at Taishang Laojun and said with a smile: "When did the old man become elusive? He came quietly. How did you get into this damn poisonous net and not even the sleeves of your Taoist robe were stained?" Taishang Laojun looked unkind, as if he wanted to get angry first but couldn't find the target. He swallowed dryly and said: "I am the ancestor of this industry, so some poisonous gas mesh will naturally have no effect on me." After saying that, as if to confirm, Taishang Laojun stretched out his hand His hand placed on Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, and with a movement of his fingers, he tore off a piece of black silk mesh. Those black threads seemed to be alive and immediately wrapped Taishang Laojun's hand. During the entanglement, the poisonous gas evaporated and Taishang Laojun's entire palm turned black. Sun Wukong teased: "Old man, please don't patronize me and cost yourself your life by showing off your face." Without even raising his eyes, Taishang Laojun snorted disdainfully from his nose. Suddenly, a ball of flame burst out of his palm. The golden flame burned the black silk mesh on his palm until it was gone. Sun Wukong turned his face slightly to avoid the heat of the flame, and said with a smile: "The old Taoist actually brought all the real fire in the stove. He really spent a lot of money. It seems that I don't need to do anything anymore. I can rest my muscles and bones after fighting for a long time." Taishang Laojun was too lazy to pay attention to him. He raised his long eyebrows slightly and looked at the slightly panicked black figure opposite him, and sighed: "You are looking for death yourself when you mess with someone. Seeing as your cultivation is not easy and you haven't done any big evil, let me let you live." As he spoke, Taishang Laojun pointed his finger, and the flames coiled in his palms suddenly rushed to the poisonous net on the roof of the carriage. The golden flame flashed and the entire poisonous net burned almost at the same time. Sun Wukong hurriedly took back his golden cudgel and complained: "Old man took action without saying hello. If I, old Sun, are any slower, I will incinerate this weapon. How will you compensate me then?"

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Who is the author? I couldn't find this book.

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I don't know if it's love, but I'm irresponsible. I've raised him like trash and I don't understand anything.

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Come on ヾ(●??｀●)? Wow~

Can you guarantee the ending of the fairy tale, that is, His Majesty's eyes can be restored? Looking forward to it, little Milo has not fully grown up yet, I hope he can do something to help His Majesty this time~

Super pretty! Come on, madam!

Are all boys so affectionate? Eating the food in the bowl and looking at the food in the pot ←_← finally made me realize it!

I remember that Maozi seemed to be killing people with supernatural powers and committing crimes?