
I Raised a Bunch of Primordial Gods and Demons
我养了一堆太古神魔种
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 200k Words
- Genre
- Urban
- Subgenre
- Urban Life
- Updated
- 5y ago
- English
- Request a translation
Synopsis
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91Chapters
9.2kRecommendations
20Fans
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Pears grown with spiritual energy cost 20 yuan per pound? 666
I'll cast four recommendation votes every day, and once it's released, I'll cast more monthly votes. This is my promise.
Keep it alive for now, and slaughter it in two months.
That's so toxic, especially the girlfriend and the pear seller.
I just want to ask, why do you have the skills but don't show them off to your girlfriend and clear up the misunderstanding? Instead, you always act like a master in front of others. Is it because you have some kind of cheat code that you think you're so great and are planning to change girlfriends?
It was a great subject matter, but it turned into a simplistic urban novel. No wonder the author's other works flopped; it's outrageous.
The author's classical Chinese skills are lacking. "" (Laoshen) was generally a self-reference used by elderly women in ancient times... This elderly man refers to himself as "this old woman"... That's really embarrassing to watch.
Every time I see scenes of fortune telling, my chest aches. And if you encounter a suspicious person, they'll automatically give you a huge sum of money every time you help them, and they'll keep bothering you, even if you don't want to talk about it. Damn it. You're just a fortune teller. People tell fortunes, you should just make money. Why insist on being pretentious when you can't? 🤫🤫🤫
This is too awkward, I'm dropping it! Goodbye!
The protagonist opens his mouth and spews out a mouthful of poison. Goodbye.