
[Ghost Online 3] Dragon Gate Showdown
[鬼网3]龙门绝境
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 95k Words
- Genre
- No CP
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 1y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Synopsis
45Chapters
1.2kFavorites
9.4Score
224Nutrient gifts
3.7kClicks per chapter
283Comments
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It was probably the third time I watched it, and I felt sad after not watching it once. It's just such a pity.
I used to watch it on Tieba, and recently rewatched it, Huahua, Paojie, a long time ago, Wanhua Tangmen was all a killer setting, only gentleness will only make others push for more, you have to grow thorns to protect yourself 😭
Brother, it's not like... I feel like he has such a strong fantasy aura. 1551 Ghost Network Three makes me want to cry when I read it (┯_┯) My wife's writing is so good!
I want to read Xipi's novel about Yan Ge and Gou Se. It's easy to make flowers, even flowers!
I cried several times after reading it, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…
Ah, what a fairy-written article. Suddenly he remembered the time when Sister Pao wanted to kill Tiance's deputy gang, Brother Hua didn't stop her.,,,,,,…,
I can't even tell whether it was candy or a knife in the end. Woohoo.
It's been a long time since I've read a Ji San comic book. I finished masturbating La Meng and the two sets of Ghost Net San in one breath. I feel so refreshed, as if I've been soaked in spring mud!!! Real feelings and super beautiful qwwwq I came here after watching La Meng (by mistake) and almost missed 55555 In the end, Naga is the soul of the desert soul. It's a really good twist and explodes qwwq And then the pair of brother and dog Se are really, really, really in love qwwwwq Although I will always be Ce Zang's monkey, but La Meng's countermeasures are really, very, very cute to me qwwwq (I hope I am not wrong about Xipi, but no matter what, I am also cute qwq) Then whisper bb super softly... ! I was so angry that I exploded with the sword! I was so angry that I took the initiative to raise flags with my second young master (but was forced to rub him in Chengdu Square 1551)!! I am an old player in the 90s, and my first number was a Hua Luoluo from Denyi. I was really touched by the oath when I entered the valley. I have seen TvT once with blood boiling and qwwwwwq three times. The reason is A for a long time. I was a salted fish before. When I came back, my skills were completely the same as Xiaobai. I only have a few relatives and friends from before. I am very grateful to the current second young master, although he often dislikes me and calls me a vegetable. But he still taught me how to pee every time and took me to the right place qwwwqwuwuwu It's true that in this era, those ligers who have the patience to teach a novice how to sew sewers are really good people qwwwwq The world is not the same as when I came, and I am not the same as when I came. This PC game is obviously not perfect, and some of the things planned and done are indeed very powerless, but I will always like Hidden Sword, and I will always like the Jianghu qwq that Jiansan gave me. (*, Hand-made, Guiwang Sanzhen can't afford me to be his navy qwwwq) The last sentence, I love spicy lemon! Love these two articles so much! Love Yigu so much! (Wait a minute how Yi Gu got in...) ——A certain person stayed up all night to finish reading these two articles about Ji Tai's dementia speech from Ghost Network Three.
QAQ little pigeon, the wild geese finally found you QAQ I cried after reading it QAQ
The lights are on at the third watch, and the figure is silent, and the wind is full of dreams all night long. Before finishing "Wild Grave" completely, this sentence has been deeply engraved in my mind due to various past relationships. To be honest, because it is Ghost Network III, I have always been in awe of this kind of subject matter, and I did a lot of psychological preparation for myself before watching it. It's not a very long story, but it did take me a while to read it (two months, I'm not saying I didn't see this sentence). I hurriedly re-read it before writing a long review. In addition, since I really don't have enough time, it would be useless to say more, so I just wrote this much. The following is just my humble opinion, so please don't blame me if there are any mistakes or omissions. The overall and first impression of "Wild Grave" is much more relaxed and pleasant than when I was mentally building it up. It can be said that from beginning to end, it is neither so relaxed that the laughter takes over the place, nor is the atmosphere too depressing and heavy. In particular, it provides a meow that makes people want to knead and squeeze it, and a bouncing and bear-like Meow, which can be said to be the two favorite characters in the story. Next, let's play with the plot seriously. The story begins with the dream and love of Flora Naga. She woke up from the desperate situation in the yellow sand and carefully looked at the people around her one by one. She is obedient and gentle, always available, generous and calm. Just like the character, she is really a little girl from Wanhua Valley who is ignorant of the world. Except for getting along with Qingyuan, the whole daily life is immersed in a cute and relaxed atmosphere, and I almost forget that this is Ghost Net 3. If it weren't for the presence of Pao Jie Lingge, the ominous feeling would be like a small fish bone stuck in the throat. As the desperate situation of Longmen opens, there will be endless pain in every breath. The most despairing thing is the obsession with the dead. In the following days, the hidden thread of revenge was quietly laid. The seemingly confusing gravel appeared in Naga's real world from time to time, the gang members encountered accidents one after another, and the Meow Meow two who always took the initiative to show up every time they had chicken... The truth that could not be told by the sobbing cries in the black wind and sand was brewing for a long time, and finally came to an uproar in the sudden thunder. She said, "Brother, I lost the goose." "It flew away and won't... Never come back." Qin Yan murmured softly and firmly, and the memory of the emerald goose clearly flashed through his memory. In the boundless pale yellow desert, a lone goose flew all the way and never returned to its hometown. The yellow sand buries the bones and draws the soul away from the soul. Jingyu Tianluo killed out of hatred, and with one crossbow arrow, his body and soul were scattered, and his grievances were settled. Later, some people crossed thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers to find the bones of the deceased. The light of the sky flickered, and they had not returned home for a while after leaving. There were only half a sentence in the brocade book, and the bones were inhabited by the soul. This is the story. Sometimes I wonder, how much resentment do you have to have in order to reach out to the world and seek justice for yourself when your body is gone and your soul is wandering? No way. Traveling a long way in confusion, walking a long road that may not lead back home, is nothing more than an obsession that is not willing to let go, and you want to see someone no matter what. Otherwise, why would Hualonaga be the one who came back first when she was separated from her soul? Leaving the classics and changing the way is just for one person. So the obsession kept spinning, magnifying and elongating in the hole before death, like the white light above the head in the endless black depression, the soul of the dead roared and twisted unwillingly, day after day, until in the depths of the sand sea, the wind blew the gravel whistling past, and there was a light purple Pojunhualuo with a charming smile digging the grave, raising a pen to call the soul, listening to the wind and snow, and sharing the same fate as you. Sometimes people don't need to speak, and there is no need to insist on principles that everyone in the world agrees with in everything in the world. Some people are left behind, and some people leave everything behind to find an old friend to meet again, that's all.