
Rebirth of Modern Daily Cultivation
重生现代修真日常
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 628k Words
- Genre
- Xianxia Romance
- Audience
- Female
- Subgenre
- Modern Cultivation
- Updated
- 8y ago
- Source
- Qidian
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302Chapters
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Thank you very much to every little fairy who reads this book. I wish you a happy life and be happy forever! This book ended a little sloppily due to some personal reasons, which has always made me very regretful. Now it has been re-adjusted and a new pit has been opened. "The Counterattack of Working Girls" is looking forward to the arrival of all new and old readers, okay!
I would like to encourage the author. Although his writing style is fresh and immature, it is also quite original.😁😁
To be honest, the first few chapters are not very exciting, but the more I read the back, the more I want to read. The ordinary and harmonious family life and school details in the book made me slowly reminisce about my childhood... But when I saw the thrilling and suspenseful plot, I really had the urge to read it all in one go... Give it a thumbs up...
Bad guy, how to define a bad guy?
The writing is immature, and the glint in his eyes made me feel embarrassed.
The author should take a look at the beginning. Many of the previous chapters are in the wrong order, which is very confusing.
When I saw an arrogant and childish man appear in the third chapter, I couldn't stand it anymore. Don't be the male protagonist, right? Abandon the article decisively.
Damn it, Dahei, when I whipped it down, there was a five to six hundred meter deep depression on the concrete floor, which reminded me of a hundred centimeter high-heeled shoes.