The Ultimate Villain Who Torments the Protagonist
最强虐主大反派
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- Completed
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- 852k Words
- Genre
- Eastern Fantasy
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- Xuanhuan
- Updated
- 5y ago
- Source
- Qidian
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Author, can you write about urban villains next? Abuse those powerful soldiers.
Very good Although this story type is about traveling through the past to become a villain, and then torturing the protagonist, I have read it many times, and it can be said that I have no feelings about it. I have seen good and bad ones, but this one has not aroused any disgust so far. I even think it is well written and very comfortable. The author's update speed is also good, and I also like the current protagonist. Genre, I hope the author can move forward, come on, and write well. I believe that as long as it does not collapse, becoming a mid-to-high-quality product in this genre can be said to be just around the corner. However, I hope that the author can write high-quality products. Come on, there can be more dialogue between the protagonist and the heroine. I prefer to watch this 😜😜 Okay, come on, come on
I originally wanted to watch it, but I saw there was a female lead! Forget it, back off
You're knocking my IQ to the ground
I was looking through the bookshelf today and found this book that I had read before. The name sounded like a villain, so I clicked in and read it again. I was hooked before I even finished reading one chapter. Is there equality in the world of cultivating immortals? Why are there senior cultivators making a revolution? Pay attention to equality for everyone? Moreover, the main character is so obscene in writing, it's just an obscenity story.
This book is about an abusive protagonist who gradually becomes the same person as the abused protagonist.
The plot of Long Aotian in the first three chapters is a good one. People say you shouldn't read the novel with your brain in mind, but it's still quite poisonous.
You are a Holy Son after all, Holy Son. Don't worry about temperament or anything. Just your words. There is no sense of immersion at all. Is the author a newbie?
After more than a hundred chapters, someone else wrote it, and it got worse and worse.
It's too poisonous. Forget it, eunuch. The further you go, the author feels like he is insulting the reader's intelligence. I really can't stand it.