An Architect Who Can Transmigrate

Everyone can't accept that after Pig's Feet is gone, the original soul of Pig's Feet's body will accept everything it had before, including other property and so on. The most unacceptable thing is cuckoldry. This is not a complaint made by two book friends, but a group of 😤 you guys won't change.

If I change the packaging, can't I sell it as a health medicine?

Is the author writing for fun? To be honest, I, a bookworm for ten years, can't stand such a poisonous setting. MD, why don't I have to put a piece of grassland on my head, a minotaur? The writing and plot are good, so I can tolerate it and ignore it subconsciously, but most readers will not buy it. No wonder the results are like this, the road is narrow!

I really enjoyed watching it, but the last chapter was really disappointing. It's equivalent to the installation progress being 99%, and the remaining 1% is like a crash.

That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she answered me naughtily: OK! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and said that I liked her. She listened blankly and said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I had been carrying cement at the construction site for a year, and she was still attending a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all. I kept what I wanted to say to her to myself. , I will tell her everything when I am good enough for her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. What I was more concerned about was whether she was a wife and a mother. My career was gradually getting on the right track, and I could be considered a small contractor. Contract some construction sites and never be embarrassed by money again. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, in a dim room, just the two of us. After a long silence, she spoke: Eight hundred, seeing that you are an acquaintance, I will charge you five hundred. I tried my best not to tremble anymore and said: Come with me. Her eyes were dull for a moment, then flickered, and then went out like a fire, saying: I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a lady, I have guests, nothing happens, I'll leave first. She left in a hurry. Later, I saw her on the TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a face of horror and distress. The TV did not even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump, bump, and shatter in my heart. The last time I saw her, she came to me. She was on the roof at the time, and I looked up at her from downstairs. I just looked at her for a long time, and he left without leaving a word. The next time I heard from her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it. Anyway, I feel very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me as innocently as she did when she was seven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She opened her mouth and said in very soft words: You know... You know it... I burst into tears at this time, and immediately continued: I know, I know your heart, and my heart has never changed. I will not dislike you. Yes, we... She suddenly shook her head in excitement, interrupted me, and said in her weak voice: No... I want to ask... Do you know... Is there a novel called "The Construction Dog That Can Time Travel"? I haven't finished reading it yet... I hope you can...

It's very good. The protagonist's thoughts are very mature. It's not like those written by young writers. The more you read, the more uncomfortable you become.

What kind of rubbish? He has traveled through several worlds and is not as good as a mercenary. He is also said to be the top among Wolf Warriors. If you want to brag about foreigners, you can't brag like this. Are they all reformers?

To be honest, the writing and plot are really great. I wanted to put it on the shelves and order it all. Turns out I really underestimated the author's taste. . . I don't want to say anything else, yuck. . . It's a good idea to arrange such a disgusting cuckold setting to induce vomiting. This book is basically gone, just because of this setting. It is conservatively estimated that more than half of the people will definitely not be able to stand it. The author should hurry up and start the next book, and work on the setting carefully. The next book will support you. I have never wanted to be a eunuch by myself so much. No matter how well written the other plots of this book are, I can't read them. The basic setting is broken. Goodbye.

Should I write this book yet? If not, let's talk about it so that it doesn't occupy the bookshelf.

Do you guys have any fan fiction about sadness flowing against the river?