Cunning Eye Reporter

Came here after watching the ghost story in Xin'an. The new book is much better than this one. First of all, the IQ is online, and secondly, the emotional scenes are not so entangled. I hope that in future books, the emotional scenes will be simpler and clearer. Good books do not necessarily rely on emotion to improve their scores.

It's a good book. Shushu is a thoughtful person and has his own persistence. The book is a bit sad. Sure enough, it is difficult to have both worlds at the same time. Facts seen only with the eyes may not be the facts. It is still the trivial happiness of ordinary people's daily necessities such as rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea!

Great content so far! And the author's knowledge can also be reflected between the lines.

Shushu, you have to work hard and write an ending! 😤You know! 🥺I went from being a beautiful woman to becoming a grandma. 😫

This heroine is so powerful that I didn't want to read it several times. The story was pretty good and the descriptions were passable, so I insisted on reading it. It's completely different from Xin'an and Xisang behind...

Why does it feel like this article is always skipping chapters, and the preface does not match the follow-up? Is it because it has been swallowed?

Wow, people always say that the heroine Green Tea is a bitch? I just don't understand. Does every book have to be a female overlord? The relationship is indeed ink, but it is very clear from the beginning. You can tell who is with whom, and the heroine is not sexually active and is not hanging on others. Is this a bitch? At most, I am a bit ignorant. The female protagonist is just an ordinary person. She is involved in ghosts, criminal cases, and other aspects of human nature. I think it is quite real. After all, we are from God's perspective. If you can react like this in real life, I think you will be super invincible! In addition, I don't quite understand why you have to catch ghosts after cultivating. I think supernatural literature must have a sense of mystery. If it is made too clear, I think it is very boring. If you first want to see the ghost-catching version of the protagonist, you can go to Urban Cultivation or the title of Catching Ghosts. . . .

I live alone. I really want to see it but I don't dare.

I can't wait to read the author's previous book 😁

I would like to ask if there is any CP in this? Thanks

Chapter 3 has been blocked~. ? ?

Finished reading. It's rare to read the whole book

Monster energy, is the monster energy your boyfriend's 😰

I think the writing is quite good, but there are so few recommendation votes. New books written by newcomers are quite difficult.

Hahaha, isn't this profile a Zhiyin style?

When I saw Zhu Yu's death, I deeply realized how bad other people's emotional scenes were... I really couldn't like the heroine. You didn't completely let go of your previous relationship and took the initiative to confess to Xu Xing first. Why, you found out that your ex-boyfriend was not a scumbag and he died for you. If you want to punish yourself, please live a good life and don't harm the next one! You also said you wanted Xu Xing to forget her? ? Can you forget Zhu Yu yourself? ? It felt like a lot of blood had been poured on my head. . It's smelly and fishy... To be honest, the author's writing is pretty good in other aspects, otherwise I wouldn't be pursuing three books at the same time. The other one was finished, and it seemed like the emotional drama was also bad. I was confused by the finale. . It made me regret it, why did I skip the middle and read the ending... Why did the male protagonist have to be angered after he did nothing wrong? Just don't have a male protagonist and no emotional drama. It made me feel bad. .

I often read the stories you write, and I also want to tell you a story. A young girl could have walked to the ends of the earth and anywhere with the pair of feet given to her by her master, freely. But one day, she felt too tired from walking and no longer wanted to walk on her own feet, so she injured her feet and begged the owner to give her a wheelchair. The owner said to her: "You asked for the wheelchair yourself. I can give it to you, but don't regret it, and you can't give it up without my permission." The girl accepted it happily and felt that she should be very happy because she no longer had to work hard to walk on her own feet. But when she got into the wheelchair, she found that many places were no longer accessible. Yes, although my legs are no longer sore and walking is no longer hard, I am not as happy as before. Time passed day by day, and the girl had become an aunt. Her legs had recovered and she could walk on her own. However, because she had promised her master, she could not give up her wheelchair, so she had to sit in the wheelchair and continue living... It turns out that what I need is not a wheelchair, but the wheelchair needs me, otherwise it will become waste.

Because Shushu is too slow and too lazy, I am not good at reading, so I wrote a paragraph for my own entertainment. Last night, I went to bed as usual. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly someone pressed my right hand and slashed my wrist hard. The heartbreaking pain was so real. But wasn't I already asleep? Aren't you dreaming? The man pointed a knife at my heart and tried to stab me, "No, I'm almost dead." I yelled out of reflex. I opened my eyes, and I was still the same, in my own room, on my own bed. Sure enough, it was really a dream, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but the heartbreaking pain was so real that I still have lingering fears. It was already broad daylight, so I went to the bathroom to wash up, and then went to the dining room to have breakfast. Great, my mother made me my favorite millet porridge. I chuckled slyly, and then greeted my mother, elder brother and younger brother energetically. "Good morning my dears." However, they lowered their heads and continued to eat the millet porridge in their bowls, ignoring me. I pretended to be angry and stared at them, but I found that all of them looked heartbroken. They looked like they were having breakfast, but in fact they didn't eat anything. They just lowered their heads and stirred with spoons. "Mom, what's wrong with you?" I couldn't help but ask. But the only thing that responded to me was the sound of spoon clinking against bowl. Ding ding dong dong... The dining room was still silent. I ignored it. I was hungry. What could be greater than being full? Although they ignored me, my bowl of millet porridge was still in front of my favorite seat. I walked to the chair where I usually sat, sat down, and shouted, "It smells so good, I'm starting." They still didn't respond and didn't even look at me. Damn it, I want to turn my grief and anger into appetite. So, pick up the spoon... Why is this happening, I can't get it? I want to hold the spoon tightly over and over again. However, the spoon always passes through my hand. How could this happen? A small crack appeared on my wrist. The crack gradually expanded and oozed blood. The crack suddenly exploded, blood spurted out like a fountain, and everything went black...