Gold Finger Crusher

I would like to give the author some advice. In Chapters 25 and 26, the protagonist is planning to remove the other party's changes in public, which is very incomplete thinking. No matter what the opponent's true form is, doing so will ruin his reputation. As long as the other party knows that it was the protagonist who did it, he will definitely kill the protagonist. There is a golden finger. What is the future? If you burn someone else's hundreds of billions of assets, do you think they will kill you? Just like the classmate who wrote the book before, as long as the protagonist publishes those books, if it is published under his own identity, the classmate will definitely kill the protagonist. If an otaku has such resources, won't he enjoy reading it before publishing it? Are there any books that he has no impression of at all? And if the golden finger is gone, will he not notice? At first, he was just intimidated by the protagonist, but he found that without his golden finger, the protagonist would never be able to escape his involvement. If he could not resist directly, he would definitely look for the opportunity to kill the protagonist indirectly, and even if there were national laws, he would not be able to protect the protagonist. Judging from the protagonist's actions, he is simply forcing people to kill him. Sometimes, a little superficial conflict can kill someone, let alone this kind of struggle for interests.

The pit is deep. Put your hands in front of your eyes and you can see a glimmer of light on your nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that this posture can see renewed light. All are legends of the renewed light. He neither belongs to today nor to tomorrow. He only appears when he should appear and stays where he should stay. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me, "Yes!" "You climbed down well!" I think she was praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Would you like to crawl out together and take a breath?" She invited me, "No, thank you!" I was tired of climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead you will fall into. I looked up at her climb out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step, feeling numb, tired and struggling. Everyone went out and someone came in again. "Hello" "Hello" "Are you comfortable squatting?" "My legs are a little numb, I will lie down later." "Do you want to go out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires another posture. Being on your hands and knees is not a pleasant position. But while crawling, my eyes were infinitely close to the bottom of the pit. I looked at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I've forgotten the initial taste and I'm waiting for tomorrow's food. I am a fish with its head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day the food suffocates me to death. However, what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This posture is soaked in blood and engraved in bones. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they must not be able to learn the "squat" movement. Maybe one day, you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind. Maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Crawling towards you step by step, my hands pass through your black hair, and my resentment passes through your network cable. Do you know who I am? I am the reader who fell to death in your pit...

Tsk... Hey... Let me post one last post, to commemorate... I'm gone... Delete the book...

Hey, it's cool now. It's still pretty good-looking. It's just like a eunuch.

Does this mean Qidian is declining? Does it mean that Chinese online articles have turned from victory to decline? I think someone should explain these.

Shangxiang, what a great book, what a pity

There is a reason why few people have read this book, because the author did not say how long it would take to publish a new book in the last book, and then it took so long to publish a new book, and old readers ran away.

The author writes this, which makes me feel that those golden fingers are actually lost by the golden finger looter on the protagonist. It is like a system. Things in the system are lost, so rely on the system to find them back.

People with golden fingers must either be friends with them and check whether the other person is pure or not (there are such good old people in reality, this is just a compliment) or don't give them a chance and risk their lives.

It's been four days, no more updates?