Douluo: My Strength Was Almost Exposed

Pretend to be a pig, pretend to be a pig

How can Bibi Dong, a bad woman with a mutated mentality who wants to destroy Douluo, accept a man as her disciple? I haven't read the original work and am writing nonsense. Is he the only one who still has such a good conscience?

I can't even click on the title of this book. If you find a place to live in seclusion for a few years, aren't you the God of War?

Confused, who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do? Oh, I remember, I died, you asked me how I died? Don't ask, it will kill you if you ask

You hide your strength and keep it close to the protagonist, right? You really want to pretend to be level 90, don't just pretend

Am I stuck? No one there?

Chapter 23 The beauty named Tang is Tang Yuehua, right? Does she hate Xue Qinghe? Isn't Xue Qinghe her student? There is also a prince who buys stockings and I feel embarrassed

I'm afraid some people are too lazy to post (😓

Trash, you actually didn't kill all the city lord's family

There are too many poisonous points, all kinds of far-fetched ideas, and pulling and pulling.

I want to know who the heroine is?

How can you write so many pieces for a junior fixed point? Really awesome

I haven't read the novel yet, but I can tell from the synopsis and the title what it's about. Is it okay to write like this without telling me about hiding my strength? It's not fun. What's the use of hiding it? Readers will feel aggrieved when they read it, like you are a billionaire boss, but you don't dare to dress too well on the street for fear of being robbed. If you have money, you don't dare to spend too much for fear that others will know. And then how interesting is this? I'll just find a dozen or twenty bodyguards, I'm afraid of hair. Come on, I haven't read it. The main reason is that there are many novels of this type, and I feel so suffocated when I read them. Now that life and work are both on the line, reading novels is just for entertainment, and it's not to make me feel grievous. I work day by day, and reading a novel makes me feel suffocated to death.

This book is so miserable. There are so few people, few reviews, and so few recommendation votes. I can really only use one word to describe it: miserable, miserable, miserable! Come on, author bacteria! 😡😡😡

What a good guy, he really generates electricity for love