The Barrage Is All About Me and the Hero.

(I can't explain clearly, see Reading Guide 1️⃣There is a difference between a revised version and a pirated version) [The father is a manipulative and controlling man with two bodies and one soul, paranoid attack VS a coquettish and spoiled beast who doesn't follow the routine] He should not be able to read through the book anymore, and become a villain who tortures and humiliates Long Aotian. Yes, he is the kind of person who has big golden fingers, takes opportunities everywhere, and upgrades his family like drinking water. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Long Aotian, who does not bully the poor young man. At this moment, Long Aotian was just a servant who was bought into the Ying family to work by his side after his family was ruined. Ying drank the last sip of the medicine in the bowl unconsciously, unable to take his eyes back from the top of the servant's head. The several lines of text on it are fluctuating and scrolling, just like the barrage on a video website, with various tongues wagging about the content of the novel. But soon, the style of the barrage suddenly changed: [Don't you know what your coaxing tone is about? [With such evenly matched looks, I'm ready. When will you kiss? [I really can't control myself and I'm about to cry. Whose male protagonist would shrink himself into a ball and crawl into the villain's arms? [Congratulations to you, villain, for being able to hold our cute kitten] … Shouldn't you know: "?" Stop it, the male lead is not my type! Reading guide: 1. Gong has two bodies, three identities and four versions (versions are related to memory), but it is 1v1 with Shou from beginning to end. 2. Be inhumane, part of the character setting is based on felines, part is learning to attack/[being pampered], it is forbidden to speculate on human nature of small beasts 3. High barrage content, assisting the development of plot lines and emotional lines 4. The original work is a fabrication, and the content in the article is an AI drama. 5. All settings are subject to Jia1 reserves the right of final interpretation ———— Next book opens "Who would treat an old enemy as a bird in the palm of your hand" [The fake young master's dastardly male ghost, the "resentful husband", the former civil servant and the later emperor's attack vs. The real young master's natural attraction to the straight male general] Jiang Chiyuan was reborn, returning to the day when he first met Xie Chengge at Qingyun Academy, which was also the beginning of great changes in his life. One month later, the academy inspected the coursework. In public, Jiang Chiyuan was accused of being a fake young master, while the real young master Xie Chengge was recognized as his ancestor on the spot. Outsiders say that Jiang Chiyuan was unwilling to fall to the bottom, so he made every possible move, just to regain a foothold in the DPRK with the help of the Jiang family's power, but in the end... As soon as he finished his thoughts, Xie Chengge walked out of the door, soft light reflecting his brows and eyes. Jiang Chiyuan squinted coldly, and with a flash of golden light in front of his eyes, the heavenly book printed with "Yongliang Shu - Essays on Reading History for Later Generations" jumped out in front of him. Before he could react, the pages of the heavenly book had automatically turned. #The next person to appear is the pillar of the Yongmo Kingdom, the sternest father of Shuofang, the only fully equipped SSR of Emperor Taiping, the hell-level single-row Tongtiandai, the last blood of Yongliang - Xie Chengge #annioguo once again confirms a truth to us: don't mess with the widow! #Chiyuan, do you know how hot your wife is😍👅 # Tribute to the legendary widow Xie Chengge, who single-handedly extended Dayong's life for another twenty years Jiang Chiyuan: "?" Who? Xie Chengge, my wife? Pre-receipt of the same series - "Dating online with Long Aotian in the game" One sentence summary: Great, he asked me to call him master Intention: Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, we have no fate, and our temples are like frost