I Have a Date with Sylvanas

It's a pity. After reading the whole book, I felt that the ending was too rushed.

Regarding that kind of thing, all physiological activities involve blood. For a man's reproductive organs to function, blood flow must be involved. And the pig's foot is just an undead, that thing can't get up. Even if the pig's feet finally have a body, the queen is still undead, so the place won't get wet, and you won't feel anything even if you go in, so. . . A moment of silence for the pig's feet

After reading the first ten chapters, I felt like it was a fairy tale. After reading the next ten chapters, I had no choice but to abandon the book. . The description of the characters other than the protagonist and the queen is too brainless for players who are familiar with the characters, and the fact that Alsace was chopped into pieces is even more outrageous. . Well, the old book "Zhuanshi" is not very good. If there is anyone who wants to read this book, please leave a test post Although there is no discrimination against the first person, the silly protagonist is very good at writing love stories and the first person is really difficult to substitute. In addition, there are a lot of psychological descriptions such as "What the hell", "I am", "Holy shit", "I was shocked", etc. Although the writing is good, I personally feel that the flaws are not concealed.

Bus Sylvanas and the three popular sisters were all written badly.

The protagonist of Flowing Water, the iron-clad Windrunner

That year That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she replied naughtily: Okay! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and told her that I liked her. She listened blankly and said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I had been carrying cement at the construction site for a year, and she was still attending a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all. I kept what I wanted to say to her to myself, and waited until I was worthy of her. I told her everything. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. What I was more concerned about was whether she was a mother and a daughter. My career was gradually getting on the right track. I could also be regarded as a small contractor, contracting some construction sites, and I was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan. There were only two of us in a dimly lit room. After a long silence, she spoke: 800 yuan. Since you are an acquaintance, I will charge you 500 yuan. I tried my best not to tremble anymore and said, "Come with me." Her eyes glazed over for a moment, then flickered, and then extinguished like a fire, she said, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a lady, I still have guests, nothing happens, I'll leave first." She left in a hurry. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a look of horror and distress on her face. The TV didn't even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump, bump, and shatter in my heart. The last time I saw her, she came to me. She was on the roof, and I looked up at her from downstairs. I just looked at her for a long time, and he left without leaving a word. The next news about her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it. Anyway, I feel very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me as innocently as she did when she was seven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She opened her mouth and said in very soft words: You know... You know... I burst into tears at this time, and immediately continued: I know, I know your heart, and my heart is too. It hasn't changed, I won't dislike you, we... She suddenly shook her head in excitement, interrupted me, and said in her weak voice: No... I want to... Ask... You... You know..., I have a date with Sylvanas. What time is it today?

Mmp, there is ntr, don't look at it

The writing and plot are both good, but why does Mao use the first person? Real? Seek death

I still feel that the bone texture is more in line with the painting style w After all, elemental shamans use wood to be close to nature. Bones look closer to death

Those chapters with Thrall and Jaina ruined my outlook.

It's not that the first person is not good, it's that few people can master it, at least not many people write online articles. Compared with the third-person bystander perspective, the first-person perspective requires too much visual and psychological detail characterization and logical sorting to bring a good sense of involvement to readers. In an online environment full of fast-food works, it is difficult to write first-person works that are delicate enough.

Speed ​​up the update, come on! ! !

There is a lot missing in the middle. I wonder if the author can reissue it.

Or use your fingers in a very evil way

That opening paragraph is really disgusting

Damn first person! ! !

After reading this, aren't you afraid of 404 when writing this book?

By the way, why did I lose so many chapters?

We are the Forsaken, beware of those who remain alive.

Chapter 159 is missing a bunch of things at the end

Why do I feel like the protagonist is so frustrated and useless.

Supported. Come on, author.

According to the zombie routine, it is to increase strength and defense - warrior? Or promotion based on death energy--death knight?

There will be no bosses at the level of the four major elemental lords [Lie down]

It is recommended to proceed a little slower. Otherwise, it feels like there is nothing to write about later.