I Finally Waited Until My Spiritual Energy Recovered.

To be honest, I haven't seen much change in the protagonist's age. I feel that others have heard about 105 and are just sighing. It doesn't make any difference if you write 20 years old. It feels like it's just a gimmick, and the changes brought about by age are not written in all aspects. As for the granddaughter, she feels that the expression is vague and she has no outstanding character. It's like it's just a symbol, following the protagonist, without any indispensable feeling. The interaction between the two does not feel family affection, nor is there a refreshing dialogue. It feels like running water. If you abandon the age of the protagonist and look at it, it is just an ordinary rebirth novel. There is nothing that makes people feel shining when it is produced on the assembly line.

It's so poisonous, it almost poisoned me to death 🥵

I feel that the subject matter is good and quite novel. Friends who are not good at reading can read it, but the writing style and rigor are a bit lacking. Those who are reasonable or want to read the grass jelly can withdraw it.

It's very beautiful and innovative. I hope you won't be a eunuch. Come on! ! I am fattening up

A very good start, I hope I won't be disappointed.

Those are the only words that describe the practice. After reading about ten chapters, I have read these words no less than ten times.

Not bad, you can Twilight, street, canteen. People, men, two men, one old and one young, standing across the counter. "Is it you?" "It's me." "You're here." "I'm here." "You shouldn't have come." "I'm already here." "You're here after all." "I'm here after all." Silence, a long silence. The two people, who seemed to be clay sculptures and wood carvings, were facing each other, but the setting sun became more and more tilted. "What are you here for?" The old man finally broke the silence. "Make soy sauce." He said it crisply, word by word, without any hesitation. The old man pondered for a while and then said slowly: "How much does it cost per pound?" "One piece." Still crisp and clear, without any hesitation. The man's expression changed and he said: "You know I never sell soy sauce here for one yuan per catty." "I only want soy sauce for one yuan per catty." "Seriously?" "Seriously!" The soy sauce seller stared at the man in front of him. He was very young, but his eyes would never be forgotten by anyone who looked at them. They were as quiet as night and as deep as the sea. He knew that the boy in front of him was definitely an ordinary person, but he also knew that he would never sell soy sauce for one dollar a pound. The surroundings are still so quiet, as quiet as death. The sunset was gradually setting. He looked at the sunset in the distance and felt unspeakable fear. He smiled bitterly: "Do you have to buy it for one yuan a pound?" "Of course!" "What if I don't sell it to you?" "You can try it!" Silence, as silent as death. After a long time, he looked up at the young man and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll sell you a pound of soy sauce for one dollar, but don't mention it to outsiders!" He took the soy sauce bottle and one dollar from the young man's hand. The bottle is cold, just like the heart of an old man; the coins are slightly hot, just like the palm of a young man's hand. After a while, the boy took the soy sauce bottle he handed back, turned around and walked towards the door. He won this battle, completely. A trace of pride flashed across the young man's face. The soy sauce seller stopped him from behind: "Do you think you can really beat me?" The young man's body shook slightly and his steps stopped. "Obviously, I have got soy sauce at such a low price." "Not bad." "Then I have defeated you." "It's a pity that you missed a little bit." The young man suddenly turned around, the muscles on his face twitched slightly. He seemed to realize something, but it was already too late. The soy sauce seller only smiled softly and said: "My soy sauce is originally sold for 80 cents per catty.

This cover reminds me of Grandpa Calabash! 😅

Good news, good news, it will be on the shelves on November 1st, with a guarantee of 50,000 words that day. Welcome all the handsome Bs to come and support me. If you want to thank me, if it sells badly, I will wait until it is put on the shelves. I love you~~^0^

I'll go and they'll kill you, but you're so awesome that you won't kill them. Are you ready to take them in in the blink of an eye? How do you live to be over 100 years old? This is only a few pictures!

Are pig's trotters really such a piece of trash that the author of "Rebirth" has lived on his body for a hundred years? There are plug-ins, there are exercises, there are elixirs, spiritual energy recovery, the same starting line, everyone else is already at level 5, and a pig's feet is still at level 2, which is enough! Don't say such nonsense that others practiced before the spiritual energy was revived! You are more than a hundred years ahead of others

The last few pictures have pissed me off. You suppressed the protagonist's cultivation. I can tolerate it. If you don't kill Liu Yan, I can tolerate it. But you let her go without being useless. All I can say is that the protagonist's life is really cheap. Farewell.

Hey, a 13-year-old awakened the talent of fire! The protagonist and his granddaughter are going to be killed! No success! The protagonist knocks him out, then wakes up and teaches him martial arts. . . Let him go . . . I think that now in 9012, I really feel authoritative to try this plot. . . . The author is great. . No, everyone who writes books is a master, but your plot is very discouraging. . It is recommended to modify it! No matter what foreshadowing you have in the future. . I can't even accept it. This is eye candy for readers!

Come on, please update, please give me a boost, order all, please add more essence.

I gave up when I saw that I was harboring criminals.

Seeing that Guan Mo was poisoned to death, is there something wrong with the author's outlook on life?

The author does not have enough experience to write about the wisdom of a centenarian. He is simply a coward in his twenties. The skin of a centenarian is hung and the flesh of a young man is sold. Not pretty, bye.

As for this thing, the protagonist is afraid that someone will teach him martial arts. If someone comes into the secret room of his house, he doesn't care and goes to help them teach others. Is the protagonist the Virgin?

It's really disgusting. The protagonist and his granddaughter were almost killed by that man, and you actually taught him to accept him as your little brother. Like shit.

Poison, saving a guy who wanted to kill the protagonist for no reason? Still want to be a money-giving boy? Really poisonous, a large dose of powerful poison that no one can withstand.

I wanted to fish out the little boy who set the fire for a few fruits. He was wanted, but he was given resources for free. Is he addicted to collecting his grandson?

Read two chapters. The description of the granddaughter is a bit disgusting. She took a medicinal bath and burned her feet, so she had to describe her feet in detail. . . The protagonist is really old-hearted.

Weird author, others want to kill Pig's Foot and his granddaughter, and Pig's Foot accepts this person to teach him martial arts. I don't understand this concept of doing things, and it feels more disgusting than ***