I've Lived for Billions of Years in the City

Is this the kind of retarded novel where you live for billions of years and then pee and play in the mud with various rich second-generation people?

What do you want me to think? I can't read the introduction.

To put it simply, it is a story about a middle school student who has lived for billions of years, wears a halo that lowers his intelligence, battles wits and courage with a group of rich second-generation elementary school students in the city, and has sex with a group of female bitches.

The behavior in this novel is completely inconsistent with the identity and experience. First of all, an advanced being who has lived for more than 1 billion years can still have that primitive reaction to women. Secondly, a person who has lived for so long will have a rational code for his behavior. And who is the protagonist in the author's novel? He is a total second-rate boy. I remember my parents told me when I was a child that you should study hard and not be like the boy next door. Yes, he is a total second-rate boy. Not only my parents but even these parents will talk about that boy when they chat together. This shows that adults in society are very disgusted with such people. I don't understand that the author would write about such a person.

People who have lived for billions of years should be mentally ill and cannot treat things with conventional thinking. The main character in this book has the IQ of a three-year-old child. You dare to write about the main character before you have settled on his three views. Who will give you the courage?

After reading more than a dozen chapters, This kind of book has a common problem Take this book as an example. After returning to the city, an old monster who has lived for billions of years behaves like a retarded person. When he sees a beautiful woman and can't walk, I think billions of years have passed on to him. However, even a monster that has lived for billions of years will not be so mentally retarded.

I dare not read the creation books, they are all fairy books. . .

Don't the creators of the world know how much they have? Having such great confidence to come to Qidian to scold me has caused me to be addicted to books when I was looking for them. They were all creation books.

Although I have lived for more than 756 million seconds! Although I have reached 1.7 Million microns, I still often squat down and watch the little ants underground playing with them!

After reading these books, I really sympathize with the readers of Creation, who live in such a "happy" novel world every day.