Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor

It takes more than two million words to be read by so many people. Hey, it's the same problem! Come on, author!

I think it's time for me to show off again! Have you ever seen a protagonist like this? Have you ever seen a world like this? If you haven't seen it, your life is incomplete! According to rumors: every handsome guy and beautiful girl loves to watch it! After reading it, you can have all kinds of unexplainable magical effects! What are you waiting for, come quickly! Seize luck, seize opportunities, don't read this book and try to cultivate immortality! It's a funny story about a man leading a group of women to fight zombies in the apocalypse. The author said that if this book became a eunuch, he would also become a eunuch! "The Record of Destroying Immortals and Demons", chaos in the universe when drunk, and the demon Loli in "The End of the Academy" are waiting for you to watch!

South Street is flanked by hanging poplar trees, and before the dawn smoke has dispersed, a female fairy in white comes slowly from the depths of the mist. The lotus steps gently grind down the green stone slabs, and the sound of the footsteps is as soft as the moss falling from the eaves. It attracts the old man selling fat on the roadside and the passers-by with their donkeys to stop, and their eyes follow the white shadow. Her hair is like a waterfall of black ink. There are no beaded hairpins. All of them are tied into a high ponytail on the top of her head. She only uses a plain white ice silk ribbon to tie it with a fluttering bow. The double ribbons are silky and fall straight down her black hair, trailing behind her slender waist. She moves with a sway. The soft satin gently ripples through her skirt and opens up shallow wrinkles. It is more agile than a willow tree. Looking closely, the female fairy is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender figure and a medium slender figure: her head is as black as lacquer, which makes her shoulders and neck whiter than snow, and the morning breeze seems to be touched by ice and cold air; a pair of beautiful eyes are cold and clear, and the pupils are bright as if soaked in Kun Thousand-year-old black ice, when you raise your eyes, there is a sense of alienation, which makes people forget the vulgarity; the dark eyebrows are as curved as smoke and are far away, and they are not traceable but green; the nose is straight and straight, and the thin powder on the bridge of the nose is just like the morning dew; the sandalwood mouth is lightly closed, and the cherry lips are naturally smeared with cherry powder, and there is a certain gentleness even when not smiling. The slender jade hands are half exposed outside the hanging gauze sleeves. The fingers are like peeled onion roots. A mutton-fat white jade bracelet is placed diagonally between the wrists. When moving, the bracelet touches the wrist lightly and makes a tinkling sound. The whole body is dressed in a plain white gauze skirt. The material is so thin that it seems to cover half of the flowing clouds in the mountains. The skirt of the skirt is made of silver threads, which are scattered with broken magnolia branches. The silver light ripples when the wind blows, as if petals are about to float down from the skirt. The waist is loosely tied with a soft, translucent ice silk belt. The slender waist is tied out of the waist, which makes the figure even more graceful. Even the willows on the bank will be ashamed when they see it. A pair of slender jade legs are wrapped in Yuxiebing silk stockings, and the sides of the legs are neatly tied with bows by thin plain silk belts. The double belts hang down along the curve of the legs, falling straight to the jade ankles, making the legs evenly long and straight, even for the Langyuan Immortal Shu. She walked with the morning mist all over her body, her clothes brushed against the fallen begonias on the street, and even the wind was dyed with the cool fragrance of the dust. It really seemed to be "like the moon covered by light clouds, and fluttering like the snow in the flowing wind." Passersby on the roadside forgot to move. The originally noisy morning market suddenly fell silent. The only sounds were the wind passing through the willow trees and the soft clatter of wine flags waving in the distance.

I've been following it for a long time, it's getting more and more exciting and I like it more and more?

After reading Chapter 100, I feel that the protagonist is still a bit useless and won't kill him when he should. Moreover, the protagonist feels that there is a huge potential threat, but his mind is not on cultivation, and he only wants to pick up girls all day long... He wants to read a fantasy novel instead of a youth romance novel...