Not a Monster

To be honest, I really feel sorry for Nao Nao. Originally when I saw the amnesia chapter, I thought the author should let Nao Nao die. After all, the heroine Wang Xilou has an unshakable position (I also like the character Wang Xilou very much), but later the author made Nao Nao go through the daily cycle of changing schools, and then let Wu Li trade memory for memory. It was actually really heartbreaking. Nao Nao is really a good girl. If the author had given Nao Nao a decent end, I believe Nao Nao would have been able to live a happy life of his own. But now Nao Nao is burdened with his own memories. He has no results with his beloved and has even forgotten himself. However, he still has his previous memories and full love for Wu Reason. If Wu Li just accepts Wang Xilou and lives forever with her. Although it is a happy ending, it is really a super tragic result for Nao Nao. Moreover, I have nowhere to put my love. A hundred years later, I will pick up the loess, but my sweetheart and others are still in their youth. It is really pitiful. I feel sorry for my Nao Nao, and I hope I can give Nao Nao a happy ending. At least she shouldn't end her life like this.

It's bland and warm, and overall good, but I often have a sense of déjà vu. Especially Natsume, as well as Luo Xiaohei, Tonglian Company, etc. It is estimated that the inspiration came from Anywhere Tong Under One Person. And the previous museum. In addition, we support single female protagonists. Why do some people think that outstanding female supporting characters should be included in the harem? When you meet an outstanding male supporting actor, would you consider letting the female lead take over? Can't we have pure friendship? What kind of harem is this nice little refreshing article? The male protagonist is OOC!

It's a good novel, but I feel like I don't have any particular desire to read it now. After all, in recent years I've basically only read novels that I find satisfying. Or sometimes it is not unacceptable for normal development to suddenly be severe. But when combined with the basic setting of the story and the previous plot, it feels like a low-pressure atmosphere. I know that the end of the story will be a harmless ending, but it doesn't seem to be very satisfactory, which is very strange. Maybe I would like this style after reading magazine stories in middle and high school 🙂

Natsume's Book of Friends😍

This book smells like Luo Xiaohei, Natsume, and Yashe (currently where I see it on the shelf). The writing style is not bad, and it is very comfortable to read. Immortal Grass and Immortal Grass, highly recommended 😆

It's a strange feeling, as if I'm watching an old era slowly dying that I never see in my daily life.

Clang! This is my first second-read book, and I really like Wang Xilou!

{"NickName":"Qiu Mingprince","UserId":390508221} The writing is good, or it can be considered top-notch in this field. It has borrowed a lot of things, but it is not without new ideas. It is just right. Now it has fewer chapters and is not famous. It is slowly picking up. After all, books with more praise will spread faster. I hope the author will be great Continuous struggle without sleep or rest Reader Passerby A

The author handles the emotional line really well, and the female characters are not brainless either.

I have read it, it's fairy grass. If you like light novels, don't worry. I also read this book three times before I decided to read it. When I first saw that there were too many female characters, I was worried, and I was afraid that I would be a stallion, so I ran away. However, mysteriously, There is a definite number in it. It is quite a fate to see this book again, not to mention that all Taoist friends highly recommend it. Shennong made this oath at: 5:02 am on September 2, 2022, for future generations to examine (manual dog head)

Eight hundred years have passed like water, and the lingering sorrow cannot be retained between the green fingers. The long time has consumed most of the expectations in the world, and no matter how difficult it is, it will become stiff and cold like cold water poured over hot zeolite. But Wang Xilou is different. The little zombie seems to have buried herself in the past. It is not so much that modern society has abandoned her, but that she has retained those days full of tiny sunshine. Now eight hundred years of waiting have turned into boiling water and poured into Wang Xilou's cold body. Even though he is as cold as a zombie, he can still feel the emotions of blood rushing and heart beating when he is a mortal. Two small corpse teeth slightly poked out of the red lips, and the door was covered with a deep beauty. The dim incense candle shop becomes more antique due to the sunlight. The floating dust and the formed light and shadow meet unexpectedly. Everything is as it should be and everything is inevitable. When the eyes pass through the dusty curtain, the years are still, and the turmoil of eight hundred years has turned into a simple greeting that has endless twists and turns, as if the old friends are only separated by day and night, and like the sorrow and sadness are expressed in the heart. At first it was you who went against the time to search for me, but now I follow your footsteps and come to you, sending embarrassing brocade books in the clouds, and finally when the moon is full on the west tower.

Crowdfunding to write a book, Tell me about the monster in your fantasy, tell me the story of the monster in your fantasy, whether it is hearsay, or a bizarre incident that you have actually experienced personally, I will read every one of them. (Can I, Kangkang, copy the book review) The clouds taken when I returned to school today↓

Feng Wuli opened his eyes. He felt that he should open his eyes. Just as the dark night was about to usher in the dawn, he who was sitting on the top of the mountain in a daze should also open his eyes. He has made many choices in his life. He can't tell what is right and what is wrong now, but he is very sure that what he is doing at this moment is the right thing. Dark clouds gathered at the top, the majesty of heaven was suppressed in the clouds, thunder and lightning rolled like dragons, suddenly appeared in the sky and earth, thunder was like drums, and the wind was very strong, one after another, blowing the trees at the foot of the mountain into waves. This power of God is a hurdle, a door. Xianmen. Feng Wuli is knocking on the gate of immortality. Knock on the Immortal Gate and step into immortality. This road is full of thorns and bumps, and I don't know how many practitioners have died here. Everyone knows that the risk of immortality is very high. Over the years, countless monks have succeeded one after another, and there are only eighteen immortals in total. Feng Wuli, who had always had low desires, walked resolutely. He doesn't care about the danger, he only cares about Wang Xilou. Wang Xilou lives forever, then he will live forever. He will accompany Wang Xilou for the rest of his life. Her life is so long, and he doesn't want his life to be too short, otherwise the kind-hearted Wang Xilou will cry again, and he will cry for a long, long time. It's even lonelier than those five hundred years. Feng Wuli shook his head. The wind was blowing so hard, but he still couldn't help but think about her. Where is she? Feng Wuli couldn't help but want to take a look. So he turned back. The scene seemed to change suddenly. After closing and opening his eyes, he smelled the smell of earth, dry land, the scorching sun above his head, and the burning hot wind whistling in his ears. This is a small village with row upon row of houses and a field of crops in the distance. Feng Wuli felt that this place looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. He looked around and saw nothing familiar. Instead, it was himself, with a vague outline on his body, as if he had been cut out of a painting. He pursed his lips. The scorching sun made him feel a little thirsty. When he entered the village, people seemed a little afraid of him, their eyes were wary, and naturally no one listened to his request for saliva. While walking, a little girl who was running crazy bumped into him, and fell down with a splash on her butt. She was wearing braids, and she didn't yell after she said "ouch". She just stood up and rubbed her butt, and looked at Feng Wuli curiously. Feng Wuli also looked at him, smiled, and asked her if she had any water to drink. He was thirsty. The little girl nodded, went home and brought a bowl, held it high and handed it to him. Feng Wuli thanked him and drank it all. After returning the bowl to her, he rubbed her little head. The little girl turned her head away, a little unhappy, "Brother, don't touch my head. Auntie said that I won't grow taller." Feng Wuli nodded and continued to rub her little head. The little girl pouted, feeling a little aggrieved. This big brother is so good! "Where is this?" Feng Wuli asked. "Auntie said our place is called Youliang Village." The little girl was still moving her head stubbornly. Feng Wuli didn't know whether he heard it or not. He nodded and let go of his hand on the girl's head, "Can you read?" "I can teach you how to read." Feng Wuli felt that he would not be able to go back for a while. This was a feeling that God had told him. The topic of his knocking on the Immortal Gate is here. What exactly do you want to do? He doesn't know. God didn't make it too clear. "Are you the county magistrate?!" The little girl's eyes were bright. Feng Wuli smiled, "No, I'm just a traveling gentleman. What do you want, do you want to learn how to read from me?" The little girl nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, big brother is such a good person!" I didn't remember that I thought big brother was bad just now. "Then you go back first, I will come back to you tomorrow to learn how to read." The little girl nodded vigorously, Feng Wuli smiled and watched her go home, jumping up and down along the way, the bowl in her hand swinging up and down with her arms, and she was not worried about accidentally dropping it. Feng Wuli looked sideways and looked at the crop field not far away. He moved and turned into a shadow and shuttled past, and soon passed through the shadow-filled crop field. He wanted to find a place to live and to build a house. He doesn't know how, but he can try. He feels that time is very long and many things can wait slowly. He cast his gaze on a small hillside in the distance. It was quiet and deserted. There were tracts of woods on the mountain, overlooking an entire village. The most important thing is that he can go directly with the help of shadow. ...... Soon, everyone in Youliang Village knew that there was a man living on the hillside. He was still building a house, but he would take time out at noon every day to find an open space, write and draw on the ground with branches, and teach children how to read. At first, the parents in the village were worried that the man had bad intentions, but as time went by, they discovered that he had really made his home in the mountains. The man loves to laugh, speaks softly and softly, and is nothing like the legendary scholar. He is not fierce, and from time to time he prepares small gifts for the children who behave well. Writing a few certificates for drawings, or how many little red flowers he spent, he never seemed to be stingy with his praise. In his eyes, these children who are full of energy and have eyes as bright as the sun are all good students. The adults in the village couldn't sit still, and from time to time they went up the mountain to deliver some food to their husband. Each household didn't deliver much, but together they were enough to live a prosperous life. They all call men sir. Especially when the harvest is good, everyone will go up the mountain to celebrate with their husband, and chat a lot while toasting and drinking. He was eloquent, talking about everything from heaven to earth, astronomy and geography, and occasionally he would give advice on how to better build a house. Everyone laughed. They said that they were farmers and their ancestors had been self-reliant for generations. There was no need for teachers to teach them about the house. The slightly drunk gentleman shook his head, and he also smiled, "I have renovated this house more than fifty times, why can't I teach you..." After one sentence, his eyes were slightly stunned. The people in front of him were both familiar and unfamiliar, and they looked at him with smiles. He stood up, his hair grew to his calves, he was wearing a white Confucian shirt, but his face was still young. The moon is so round and bright tonight. Looking up at the bright moon, he never lowered his head. He seemed to have slowly forgotten the time. It turned out that he had been here for countless days and nights, and the stars in the sky were changing but they were still familiar. He seemed to have seen all the wind and rain in this world, and he seemed to be used to seeing the life of his ancestors in the village. He turned his head and looked around. His eyesight was excellent, much better than ordinary people. Where is the Grain Village... It seems that it is no longer called this name. Where is the ancestral grave in the village. Many people are buried there. One of the graves belongs to Wang Xiaoya, the grave of the girl who gave him a bowl of water and told him not to touch her head because she would not grow tall. How come time has passed? It seems like the next day, as if just yesterday, he had just built this shabby house. Many things will be left in time, and he seems to be a sword in the long river of time, a sword that can be used to find a sword. It was stopped at the same time on that day. Maybe it's because every day is too similar, or maybe I'm no longer sensitive. I remember many things, but I can't remember the time. He is still staying here. He has almost forgotten why he is here. Oh yes, he doesn't know why he is staying here in the first place. It was the task of knocking on the Immortal Gate that brought him here. He just felt that he should stay here. Even though he had the urge to go out countless nights, he stopped him. This is where he would never leave. He couldn't remember how many years had passed, but the village seemed to have changed. No matter what the outside world said, the changes in the village were always so slight that he didn't even notice it in a daze. Looking at the whole village at this time, he felt more and more familiar, as if he had really seen him before, not in these countless days and nights. ...... The Wang family is not rich, but they have many children. They all say this is a blessing. Although the eldest is a daughter, the others are sons! I think he will be very promising in the future. At least the Wang family's parents' faces are shining with joy. The eldest daughter is actually quite old, and she is old enough to follow her husband to study and write. They were thinking about the gentleman on the mountain. Legend has it that he was like a god, could live forever, and had taught the village for who knows how many generations. And since he came, there have been a lot less natural and man-made disasters. You see, no one has come here to fight and cause trouble in many years, and there are no robbers. I heard it was all thanks to my husband, but I don't know if that's true or not. That's what everyone says anyway. The eldest daughter of the family is very lucky, this is what the Wang family's parents think. The fortune teller was able to give her a name without using pork, and it sounded very nice! Although I don't understand the meaning, it's good if it sounds good. Today they were leading their beautiful and lovely eldest daughter up the mountain. The little one was very curious and looked around. It was not until he saw the small house on the mountain that had been renovated countless times that he calmed down. Feng Wuli was still holding a book to teach literacy. He noticed the movement outside the door and cast his gaze over. The little girl who was not afraid of strangers was not at all confused, and looked at each other for a while with this gentleman. On the contrary, the husband was stunned first, his eyes were dull for a moment, then he turned to look at the Wang parents, and said gently: "Come to class tomorrow, and take the pork back." After the Wang parents said, While thanking him, he looked at the little girl again and smiled, "Wang Xilou, long time no see." Xiao Wang Xilou scratched his head and didn't feel like he had met the gentleman before. When he nodded, she nodded vaguely. The Wang family's parents led their children down the mountain, and Feng Wuli watched them all the way. When they turned back to teach their children, their minds were already empty, and they couldn't remember anything they said or taught. It wasn't until night fell and he was the only one left in the house that he came back to his senses, gently lit a lamp, and looked at the village down the mountain again. Now he knew why it was familiar. The sea has turned into a mulberry field. He came from the mulberry field and witnessed the change personally. He sat in front of the window, looking at the village, just like every day and night before, not knowing what he was thinking. The next day, when he was on the third pole that day and everything was clear, he couldn't control his emotions. He wanted to see this little girl earlier. He waited for a long time. He casually took out the bamboo hat hanging in the house and used his shadow to go down the mountain. As soon as he walked out of the crop field, he vaguely saw a shadow flashing past. There was a flicker in his long memory. He followed all the way to the city and saw himself dressed in weird and out-of-place clothes. He also saw the little Wang Xilou who was eating, devouring and worried that there would be no good food tomorrow. He also said that he would marry this man who was good to him. Feng Wuli was in a daze. It was not that he was not given the topic of Knocking on the Immortal Sect. On the contrary, it was given to him very early, very early. "Where is Wang Xilou?" The question was the way he looked back to find Wang Xilou. He had forgotten many things in Kuxian Sect. He came to a place he was not familiar with. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he was waiting for someone. He can endure loneliness, boredom, and the waiting day after day without knowing the time. Who is he waiting for. Wang Xilou. He may have waited for five hundred years, or maybe longer, but it doesn't matter. He knows how this kind of confusion feels for a person who doesn't know whether he will show up or not. He couldn't tell the specific details. But the tears shed at this time are more important than anything else. Found it. He found it. Even if he was just waiting, he never forgot to look for it. Here, in the long river of this world, he found Wang Xilou. Over there, Wang Xilou held the hand of another Feng Wuli and looked at him. He smiled, "So it's like this... Only today did you know that I am me." As soon as he smiled, the picture was about to break. He opened his eyes again, still sitting on the top of the mountain, with the roar of wind and thunder still in his ears. The roaring thunder dragon in the sky seemed to have been surging here and never been anywhere. This time, Feng Wuli did not look at the sky, but called out softly, "Wang Xilou?" "Yeah, I'm here." The woman chewing the apple walked past behind, without looking at the billowing power of heaven, and handed over the apple with the skin and half of the pulp removed with her teeth. , "Eat the apple?" Feng Wuli smiled brightly, "Eat." "I found it." "What did you find?" "You... And me." The little zombie tilted his head, not knowing what the stupid apprentice was talking about. "I found my Yangshen. In the past, he was a teacher. He loved Wang Xilou deeply." "Yeah, shameless." Feng Wuli smiled, and suddenly the wind and thunder dispersed, and there were no more dark clouds covering his eyes. The sky was blue, the air was fresh, and there was a faint light flowing on his body, but he didn't know that Wang Xilou was smiling in his eyes. What? Becoming an immortal is just to stay in Wangxi Tower for a few more days. He has been waiting for so long, and he wants Wang Xilou to accompany him for a long, long time. The time spent not seeing each other will be made up for. Definitely. ps: This is my first time writing a fanfic (specifically referring to Gou Song's comment section). Picture 1 is a joy. The purpose of writing a fanfic is to give everyone a high standard of Kangkang Songzi's text. It will make Songzi understand that everyone can't do it without his text, so he will work hard to update... Okay, I can't edit anymore. Hope you enjoy watching it!

"It's so sweet, it feels like it can only be written if you haven't dated someone before"

The comment area is always like this: Advise single female protagonists to become harems, persuade harems to become single female protagonists, persuade non-female protagonists to accept female protagonists 😡😡😡 I think you are deliberately looking for trouble 😡 Can't you let the author do his best? You have to influence the author 🙂🙂

The wind of more than five hundred years ago blew to you and me

It is a very good daily article. There is a faint smell of fireworks in the text. It reads peacefully and calmly. It is as healing as "Natsume's Book of Friends". It is suitable for reading before going to bed or for relaxing.

Feng Wuli

"Hey, Wang Xilou, let me ask you a question!" "Huh?" "If I die, will you be sad?" The midsummer light shines on Wang Xilou through the branches of the jujube tree. Her thoughts, which were originally muddled by the sudden drop in strength, have become duller. She has never thought about this problem, but now it was put as a joke years ago. "Of course I will be sad!! So So you have to work hard to live a long time..." Wang Xilou came back to his senses, but there was no unfilial apprentice in front of him. All he could see was a tablet with a little dust on it. Zombies don't shed tears, so Wang Xilou's sadness was far more intense than that of ordinary people. Lie, her fingertips brushed against the dust and touched a simple name on the tablet. The suppressed emotions seemed to tear her apart and made her almost speechless. "Live longer... A little~" She remembered that it turned out that that person and those words were already a hundred years ago.

Is this the legendary single-heroine harem novel?🙂

I really like this kind of little story with some warmth in daily life. Whether it is Wuli or Wang Xilou, each shadow has its own characteristics. The superpowers in the story are also well integrated. I also like every character in the book. Even the little monsters who only appear in one or two chapters have their own emotions and experiences. Maybe in a corner of the world, Wuli is happily watching the fight between Ponu and Chifu. Of course it's not just these warm and heartwarming characters and stories, regret is also the soul of this book. Maybe many people don't like knives, but regret is the main theme of life, just like forgetting each other's irrationality and Jiang Nao. Although it only appeared in a few chapters, I was deeply impressed by the cat who hid his identity as a monster for the owner's family. It is these joys and regrets that depict this mortal world full of monsters. It doesn't make people worship like cultivating immortals, nor does it make my hair stand on end like a supernatural being. It's more like lying on the sofa exhausted after a day's work, reading the words in the book, and inadvertently smiling knowingly. Perhaps we all subconsciously believe that there is a world in the book, which is like a sustenance that can help us relax here. Although the book has ended, I believe the stories in the book will continue. There will always be such a world in my heart, and this world will always warm my heart.

Feng Wuli opened his eyes. For some reason, he was wearing a red and black dress. He raised his hand to touch his head and took off a dark top hat with red feathers. Feng Wuli looked at the top hat carefully, and the voice of Chifu suddenly came to his ears: "The sky is getting dark, and you are lost in the mist-shrouded forest, with the howls of wild beasts all around you. You need to find a place. To spend the night in a safe refuge, this ominous old castle in front of him is the only choice." Feng Wuli turned his head and saw a serious-looking Chifu wearing the same dark dress. "It's so romantic to get lost in the old castle with the store manager Chifu," Feng Wuli teased Chifu shamelessly. Chifugi glared and cursed angrily: "Young poor! And you are the only one who is lost. I am just your guide." "Guide?" "I will accompany you on your next journey, but I won't give you any help." "Huh?" "Ah what? Okay, let's move forward. Next, you have to choose the abilities of three people to fight in the next battle room; if you need, I can tell you the distribution of the next room and the types of enemies. " ... Feng Wuli chose... Chifugi clapped his hands and pulled Feng Wuli back from his thoughts. "You now have three abilities: 1. Throw a spore bottle to create a poisonous mist area with a diameter of one meter. 2. Recover yourself when attacking, and the recovery will continue at intervals. 3. Immediately launch a sixteen-hit combo, with a mixture of physical and magic damage. And..." "Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Feng Wuli quickly stopped Chifu who entered the explanation mode. "?" "Do I have a health bar now?" "√" "Do I have attack power and object resistance?" "√" b> "What do I think?" "Watch it if you want." Feng Wuli made a thought, and a blood bar appeared in the upper left corner of his field of vision. Below it was the three-dimensional data of attack, physical defense, and magic resistance. In the lower right corner were three skills. Feng Wuli pointed his thumb at Chifu, indicating that there was no problem. "Then, let's move forward~" Chifugi stretched out his hand and pointed to the end of the corridor. Behind the closed door was an unknown battle. Feng Wuli walked to the door, and Chifuli's narration came from behind: "Everyone has weapons in their hands, and they are definitely not here to negotiate." Accompanied by Chifuli's clear and childish voice, Feng Wuli walked to the door, held the door with both hands, and pushed it open. "Salute Team" Such scarlet words appeared in front of Feng Wuli's eyes, along with Chifugi's narration: "When guests come, it is natural to fire cannons to show respect. However, the fog is thick, and there seems to be some problem with the landing point of the cannonballs." Feng Wuli's hand He revealed his double swords, and at some point attached two staffs to his back. He jumped up and attacked the enemy who fired the salute... ... Feng Wuli was fighting... As the double swords in Feng Wuli's hands disappeared, the battle ended. After the last enemy's body disappeared, several green tetrahedrons were left behind. Feng Wuli stepped forward and picked it up: "What is this?" "You can think of the Source Stone ingot as money, which will be used when you need to trade later." Feng Wuli has always had great trust in Chi Fu, so he obediently put the Source Stone ingot away, opened the door, and entered the corridor leading to the next room. "Oh, by the way, you now have a new opportunity to choose skills~" ... Feng Wuli is choosing... "Oh~ you can now manifest a gun shield to attack! Cannon! After the shield is charged, there will be a certain amount of ammunition with higher damage. After firing this part of the ammunition, there will be the same amount of overload ammunition. You can choose to fire the overload ammunition together at any time, at the cost of 60% of your health. " Feng Wuli fired a shot at the wall and tried his hand. "The next room is an unexpected encounter." "An unexpected encounter?" "To put it simply, it is a random event! Go and push the door!" As the bloody font of "Unexpected Encounter" appeared, Chifugi's narration sounded again: "New friends, old enemies... Adventurous encounters never grow old. , Only scars are left. Relief? You come to a hall, and an oil painting hangs in the most conspicuous place, which depicts the ending scene of a certain tragic story. At the end of the story, the protagonist realizes that he has been living in the conspiracy of others. He jumped off the tower in grief, trying to get rid of all manipulation and control. " It's so pitiful. Feng Wuli looked at the oil painting carefully and came to this conclusion. Suddenly, a torn apart doll suddenly appeared in Feng Wuli's hand. "You stepped forward to examine the oil painting carefully, and a doll suddenly fell from above and fell to pieces in front of you." "?" Feng Wuli scratched his head, sighed, and then moved on. The door opened, the words in blood appeared, and Chifugi said: "Everyone has weapons in their hands, and they are definitely not here to negotiate." "Combat node - with the insects "As a companion" "In a drama with an uncertain ending, people do not necessarily have more presence than the Origin Stone Insects" Feng Wuli waved his swords and curled his lips. In fact, he didn't like the Insects. ..... Feng Wuli was fighting... Feng Wuli weighed the Origin Stone ingot in his hand and looked at the next door - Weiyi Business. "Neither allies nor enemies, some people like to stand in the middle." Chifugi's narration sounded at the right time. Feng Wuli opened the door and walked in. He saw the man wearing a strange bucket-like helmet - Qingdi. The old man under the iron helmet looked at Feng Wuli with a smile: "Xiao Feng, do you want something?" "How do you..." "What do you want?" "Here...." "Something?" "..." "Something?" "Okay... I Take a look..." The eyes under Qingdi's helmet suddenly became more curved: "Yes, Xiaofeng, you give me the source stone, and I will give you the goods, don't worry too much." Feng Wuli has given up on figuring it out with Qingdi. The idea came to his mind, he picked on the shelves and took down three collectibles - the Arcana Ring: increase the source stone ingots dropped in battle by 40%, the Designer's Scale: gain 15% physical dodge, and the Wrath of the Syracusans: increase the attack power by 100% within one second after launching the skill. "Chenghui 42 Origin Stone Ingots~" Feng Wuli obediently paid for it. "Okay, let's go!" Chifu greeted Feng Wuli and continued to move forward. Before leaving, he also said hello to Qingdi. "Let's go, let's go! Xiaofeng, be careful about your choice of ending! Think about oil painting." "?" Feng Wuli wanted to ask something else, but the closed door blocked his words. He looked at the stairs leading to the next floor in front of him, sighed, and walked up. "Sunset Courtyard The afterglow of the setting sun fills the courtyard, but it is not the color of hope. Please come in, please come in, lost guests, the castle welcomes you." Push the door and enter the battle room. "Everyone has weapons in their hands, and they are definitely not here to negotiate. Combat node - uneven distribution of the spoils The thief and the magician had a dispute over the distribution of the ownerless wealth, and when the two sides were about to fight, At that time, your appearance changed their minds. " Open the door and meet unexpectedly "New friends, old enemies... Adventures will never grow old, only scars will become old. Encounter by chance - go. Banquet. A group of Leitanian nobles are rushing to a banquet. One of them tells you that the host of the banquet is a tower magician who is obsessed with stage arts, behaves in a high-profile manner, and loves luxury. The Leitanian nobles also have high requirements for the guests being invited. You, after thinking for a moment, proposed that if you also want to attend the banquet, he is willing to forward the invitation to you and provide you with a dress as decent as his own for free. " Scary, going to a banquet of a group of unknown people in an unknown castle? Don't want to die? Cherish life and stay away from social contact! Feng Wuli left the room. When he stepped out of the room, he gained two points of maximum health. "The noise is other people's. You had a good sleep." "I didn't sleep." Next room. "New friends, old enemies... Adventures never grow old, only scars remain old. An unexpected encounter - a kind-hearted puppet. A worn-out puppet sat by the wall, its wooden limbs close to falling apart. You feel that its vague facial features are familiar, but it is so worn that it is difficult for you to identify it. You get closer to the puppet and find that there seems to be something hidden in the puppet's chest." Feng Wuli stepped forward and said something heartfelt to the puppet, making the puppet voluntarily (?) Open his heart. "You opened the puppet's chest and found a fiery red heart inside. You got a beautiful gem, you got the puppet's heart." Obtained 5 Originium Ingots. Next room. "Gifts from the old castle. The wealth here is all over the place, pick slowly and don't take the wrong one. An ancient city was destroyed in a tragedy. The stories of the tragic characters in the city were written into plays and passed down to this day, but the treasures of the city are stored here. You found some treasures next to the decaying corpse of the protagonist of the story, which was written by the protagonist himself. , The most precious script manuscript has half-aged and disappeared in the dust. " Feng Wuli stepped forward to put away the manuscript, but saw that the manuscript changed into another appearance in his hands: an old book called "A Study of the Origin of Place Names in Old Gaul" A vague memory came to Feng Wuli's heart: this was the history book of ancient place names that Bo Lu dug out from the doctor's office, and it contained Clay Brasson. "Whether the script came first or the real history, no one can tell clearly. You picked up a piece from the pile of treasures, just treat it as a kind of souvenir." After Chifugi finished reading the narration, he was immediately attacked. Was attacked by a question from Feng Wuli: "I just... A strange memory appeared." "The collection's information is covered, only occasionally." "Oh." Feng Wuli believed in Chifu. After walking out of the room filled with treasures, they entered the next level: "The remains of the homeland When the mist filled the castle and the vines climbed up the pillars, the night seemed to have temporarily retreated to other places. However, while enjoying this When you are in peace, please remember that darkness follows you like a shadow. " "Oh~ It's scary." Feng Wuli opened the door and was immediately attacked by a bunch of dolls: "New friends, old enemies... ... Adventures never grow old, only scars grow old. An unexpected encounter - Crazy Dolls. There is a strange sound from deep in the corridor, and a group of dolls are blocking the way ahead, but the dolls are rushing towards you. It seems that their target is not you, but the broken doll that you picked up." Hearing this, Feng Wuli subconsciously wanted to throw away the doll first, but he remembered Qingdi's unfinished words and decided to protect the doll and rush forward. After Feng Wuli got rid of the crazy doll, he came to the other end of the corridor. A young man with a quill in his hand was writing something on a piece of paper. The other person glanced at him and handed him a pair of scissors. Eleven Originium ingots appeared on this pair of scissors, and Feng Wuli picked them up in a hurry. Chiuchi behind him was still reading: "You rushed forward while protecting the broken doll, and finally got rid of the crazy dolls and came to the other end of the corridor. A young man with a quill in his hand was writing something on a piece of paper. The other person glanced at you and handed you a pair of scissors. Why scissors? No one answered this question. , The young man has left at some point." Behind the next door: "Safe corner Quiet and comfortable, temporarily away from the trivial matters in the castle, it's time to rest." Feng Wuli was strengthened again here and obtained a long sword that can shoot spells. Keep going. "Everyone has weapons in their hands, and they are definitely not here to negotiate. Combat Node - Justice An Ursus tragedy reappeared in the castle, and you made the same choice as thousands of people." After a ping-pong-pong, Feng Wuli walked out of the door holding the Source Stone ingot in his hand. He received another enhancement, as if he could gain enhancement after every battle. He was given a shield and a short warhammer, both of which could heal him. There was someone setting up a stall in the next room: "New friends, old enemies... Adventures never grow old, only scars become old. An unexpected encounter - a scrap stall. In a corner of the castle In an open area, you saw a dirty-faced Feilin setting up a stall. When you approached, he was very enthusiastic about selling you these "rare and rare treasures that he had worked hard to collect from the castle", but no matter how you looked at it, you felt that he was just selling some useless things." Come here. Feng Wuli took out six source stone ingots and obtained a professional book "Rusty Blade-Breakthrough". It seemed that the two swords were swinging faster. The next room is - "Everyone has weapons in their hands, and they are definitely not here to negotiate. Combat Node - Premiere Some viewers It was the first time for everyone to watch the troupe's performance. Under the instigation of the dancers' graceful figures, many people became impulsive and irritable. They could not tolerate any criticism of the dancers. " This time the enemy is a group of dancers who can cast spells, which is very difficult to deal with. Feng Wuli obtained a long war hammer in this battle, which can generate a shield every nine seconds. Next scene: "Bad guy, scoundrel, cursed person... You are in trouble. Evil enemy on the dangerous road - sweet murderous intention Song Ou played the instrument non-stop, filling the room with the melodious sound of the piano. Hall. However, when you listen carefully, you will find that the harsh noise under the melody is trying to snatch the will of others. "In this battle, there is a creaking puppet that is extremely annoying. If you don't fight it, it will activate a spell that covers the entire field to keep Feng Wuli from being harmed. After the difficult battle, Feng Wuli obtained a thunder staff that could summon thunder storms.

Okay, okay, the wedding was over without even taking place, and he said he was not a eunuch.

November 14th, Sunday, Yin Liu Xiaoxiao said that she and a boy were having some problems with each other and asked me to go have dinner with them today. Alas, it's none of my business. Wang Xilou has been knitting sweaters for more than a month... Liu Xiaoxiao tilted her head and looked at the diary on the table. She knows the handwriting on this note. She has seen the big handwriting since she was a child, and is more familiar with it than her own broken handwriting. It's no wonder she had Feng Wuli teach her homework when she was a child. Although she was a bit stupid, she was also very witty. When she encountered troublesome questions, she would ask Feng Wuli to explain them to her. With a pretentious nod and a sigh of "oh", she would be able to get a batch of detailed answers to the process. But this good thing only lasts until we move out of the old city. Well, these are not important. What Liu Xiaoxiao doesn't understand now is why Feng Wuli's notes are on his desk? But she is very clear about what is mentioned above. It was because she asked Brother Feng to accompany her and her classmates to dinner. At that time, she felt that she liked the sports student a little bit. What happened later may be more interesting. The so-called liking is just a superficial curiosity. Only when Brother Feng is with her does she realize that the person who makes her most at ease is the brother she has played with since childhood. How can Song Jiang be like an older brother to Brother Feng? Today will be a nice day. There are not too thick clouds in the sky, and the sun can shine from the blue sky to the table. The old notebook seems to have been plated with a layer of gold, so the yellowed paper seems to be full of glory. Liu Xiaoxiao is really like Li Kui in some aspects. Encountering such a strange thing, when she could not come to any conclusion after a short period of thinking, she decisively gave up thinking. Hmph, I want to see how Brother Feng teases her. It's none of your business, just tell me whether the hotpot is delicious or not. Liu Xiaoxiao was a little angry, curled her lips, and then flipped through her notebook with interest. What makes her quite satisfied is that three-quarters of the notebook is used up, and her name appears on more than half of the days. Uh... However, in the busy sophomore year of high school, the frequency of diaries dropped significantly. Even so, in these few days, the names Wang Xilou and Jiang Nao still appeared crazily. This made Liu Xiaoxiao, who had been called brother for more than ten years, feel numb. She felt that she needed to make this diary more substantial, and even add a little smile! Liu Xiaoxiao was a little excited and tinkered with her cabinet. She remembered that she had written a diary before, even earlier than Feng Wuli. The cabinet in the corner hides the memories in the corner. The box is filled with toys that she can't even remember, a thick photo album that she doesn't know who stuffed it in, and a certificate that she thought she had lost when she was a child. That was her first certificate. It was given to her when she was in elementary school. She hid it in a box like a treasure. When she wanted to go to her mother the next day to show off her award, she couldn't remember where she had put it, and then she burst into tears. After Feng Wuli saw it, he gave her his certificate. She wiped her tears and nose, and jumped on Feng Wuli's back to kiss him. She waved the certificate high in her hand, with a smile on her tear-covered face, even though she looked ugly. My mother asked her what award she had won, but she didn't remember it, or she didn't care what award she had won at that time. She said proudly that it was a good friend award. But it's strange. She obviously won the award and her mother was laughing, but she just felt that her mother was looking down on her certificate. This is not a random award. It's the best friend award. The best in the world! When a little bit emerged from the corner, the original certificate of the "Best Improvement Award" in my hand seemed a bit insignificant. I ignored the most important award at that time, but I got a better certificate for the first time. Liu Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly, her eyes almost turning into crescents. Even she herself doesn't know why Feng Wuli's shadow is everywhere in her life. Brother Feng is like the wind, which can bring warm breeze in winter and cool breeze in summer. It is comfortable and does not feel uncomfortable at all. Brother Feng is a bit like the sun, but also like a shadow. When he stays with her, it doesn't matter whether it's day or night, whether it's a big thing or a small love. It doesn't have to be a life that is as bright as a song, nor does it have to be a mediocre day-to-day life. Anyway, it is a small boat drifting with me in the long river of time. Born to be together, from the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth, from the past to the future. She is not a person who likes to think, or maybe she is not used to thinking. Her life was a happy one, and she spent countless days just smiling. She just loved to laugh, just like her name. But this time, the smile at the corner of her mouth felt inexplicably lonely, and then she couldn't smile anymore. There was an indescribable regret in her eyes. What are you regretting? Liu Xiaoxiao scratched his head, unable to think of anything. Then he went to dig through the boxes containing various treasures. Finally, I found the notebook she had been using since she was a child at the bottom of the box. The cover was a Barbie doll. At that time, she was still a little girl who liked to play house. Why did he become Li Kui later? The same yellowing notebook records the past that was still green and sparkling, unlike the leaves in autumn which record decline. But everyone knows that the yellow leaves used to be green like a big umbrella, blocking the scorching sun and bringing in the breeze. Her handwriting when she was a child was also twisted, but it was better looking than Feng Wuli's when she was a child. This may be because she learned to read and write earlier. Her diary-keeping habit is as big as her temperament. She only likes to write down when she is in a good or bad mood. So the diary is a bit like a weekly diary, a monthly diary, and occasionally it looks like a diary. But she didn't write the date. She didn't know what day it was. She only cared about Friday and the upcoming weekend. Also, her diary is full of Feng Wuli. Write that he was surprised to see his grandma and play house with her. He is the father and she is the mother. She said that she liked her and wanted to play games with her. It was fun to write about him, and he was also very powerful. He beat up all his classmates in kindergarten. Fortunately, I went over and stopped him, otherwise it seemed that even the teacher would have been beaten up. She asked him why he wanted to beat up his classmates, and Feng Wuli said that he wanted to make a hundred friends. Liu Xiaoxiao laughed at that time and said that she must be his first friend. Feng Wuli, who still had some baby fat at that time, blinked, and then nodded with certainty. This is the first person who can be called a friend without fighting. Liu Xiaoxiao is special after all. She is the most ordinary but most special trajectory in Feng Wuli's life. Feng Wuli's life is full of ups and downs, with extraordinary characteristics engraved everywhere, so Liu Xiaoxiao is like an embellishment, ordinary but indispensable. It is no surprise to say that she is Feng Wuli's first glimpse of the world, and she is also his most precious balance point between the extraordinary and ordinary worlds. This is something Liu Xiaoxiao doesn't know. Everything she knows about him is hers. Just like the last thing recorded in the diary. When she first entered elementary school, all the students in the class had to introduce themselves. She said her name was Liu Xiaoxiao, and everyone laughed. They thought it was not a good name. If they had to say why, it was too childish in the eyes of a bunch of little kids. Liu Xiaoxiao was not convinced, but she found that her name was indeed the most childlike one. This is the most unhappy time in Liu Xiaoxiao's memory. She was so depressed that she didn't even eat when she got home and cried that she didn't want to be called by this name. But her parents did not accommodate her, and even gave her a scolding. Perhaps they were so angry that they did not explain to her that the name was given to her by her deceased grandmother. She ran out aggrievedly, and the whole old city heard her crying, and then she went into the incense shop in Wangxi Building to cry to her good brother. Feng Wuli scratched his head. He didn't understand. "Why are you crying?" "They all said that Xiaoxiao's name is childish." "But I think it sounds very nice. Don't everyone like Xiaoxiao?" "Like Xiaoxiao?" "Because I like Xiaoxiao, I want you to be called Xiaoxiao, so that everyone will like you." Feng Wuli, who is in second grade, is simply a genius. He himself thinks this name is great. Liu Xiaoxiao wiped her tears again and again and looked at him with bright eyes, "Brother, do you like Xiaoxiao?" "I like Xiaoxiao very much." What Feng Wuli said was not his name. Liu Xiaoxiao burst into laughter and was held by Feng Wuli's hand as she jumped home. Her parents had just finished cooking and glared at her, then asked her to sit down and eat. I didn't ask her where she had been, and I didn't blame her for crawling around. At that time, I said intentionally or unintentionally that my grandma gave me the name, and I must hope that she can smile and be happy every day. She didn't take this explanation to heart at all. Because the last paragraph of the note says. "My brother likes Xiaoxiao, and Xiaoxiao also likes my brother the most!" So this diary became her greatest treasure. As we all know, the most precious things should be hidden best, so she put her notebook at the bottom of the box and put all the dolls she didn't like very much on it, for fear that her treasure would be discovered. It's just that children's memories are not very reliable after all. She herself couldn't remember when she put all these things behind her. Now that she was digging out these treasures that had been buried in dust, she felt a little more indescribable. She obviously wanted to express her feelings, or smile and show that she was immersed in memories. But the more beautiful the past she saw, the more her heart became more and more panicked. She rarely takes the initiative to think about anything. Intuition is the majority of her life, so she naturally feels that she will be with Brother Feng forever. No position is important. Looking at him and having him by his company has become a lifestyle that she cannot live without. However, life is never as ambiguous as the fog in the morning. There will be sunny days, so she can always see clearly, and clearly see the emotion that cannot be said to be dependent. I can't tell whether it's friendship or love. She only knows that if she has to leave Brother Feng after getting married, then she would rather be single all her life. If Brother Feng has a girlfriend and cannot accompany her, then she hopes that only she can be Brother Feng's girlfriend. Liu Xiaoxiao knew that the position of her partner was very important. It was a step that she could not ignore. She was full of desire but did not dare to take it. Her relationship with Feng Wuli is obviously Li Kui and Song Jiang. At this time, her ardent hope was only for Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo. She really wanted Liang Shanbo to realize that her good brother was a little girl who was attached to him, fell in love with him, and wanted him to accompany her for the rest of her life. Even if she is poor or suffering from illness, she doesn't care. She is Li Kui, she is very tolerant. She is Zhu Yingtai, with a narrow heart. For the first time, Liu Xiaoxiao felt like he was becoming an adult. The sourness in the corner of her mouth could not be relieved, and the names of Wang Xilou and Jiang Nao kept popping up in her mind. Small-mindedly, I feel that there should be its own place there. No, it should only be you. She thought so, so the notebook on the table quietly changed. Jiang Nao's name was no longer there, and Wang Xilou's name was hidden. The three-quarters of the notebook was filled with her and Feng Wuli's stories. No, it's not three-quarters, it's four-quarters, it's one hundred percent, it's all. She looked at the notebook that was spinning on its own without wind, and the words behind it emerged bit by bit, while she seemed to be floating in the long river of time, quietly looking at the story of herself and him.

(Pure reader yy, if you feel that the writing is rubbish and the characters are broken, lightly spray or2) At 5:21, the sun rises in the east, and the morning light shines on the beach. Although the sun has just risen, there are so many people like... Like garbage Feng Wuli holds Aunt Wang's slender and boneless hands and walks barefoot on the golden beach. They were like a couple who just fell in love after taking the college entrance examination, walking around and patting each other. Feng Wuli stared closely at Wang Xilou's white bare feet. When they fell and then lifted up, the sand stuck to the slightly red arches and tender lotus-like toes. The golden sand formed a strong contrast with the green-white skin, making people want to wash it off. (Suck) It wasn't until the master stopped and waved his hand in front of him that his eyes shifted from the edible grade jio to his face. The master was a little helpless. When did his apprentice get this hobby? But he is his lifeblood. It's too late to like him, so he can only tolerate it. Then he handed the mobile phone to his apprentice and pointed at the sun rising behind him on the sea level. The intention was obvious. After Feng Wuli took the phone naturally, he adjusted some values ​​​​on the photo, found a suitable composition, and then pressed the shutter. After all, his master must be beautiful even if he is in the album! After taking the photo, she returned the phone to Wang Xilou. Aunt Wang looked at her heavenly beauty and nodded with satisfaction. She stood on tiptoe and patted the photographer on the shoulder to express her love for the photo. Then she took the royal photographer to various places to take pictures. Feng Wuli dared not be angry but dared not say anything. She was just a ruthless camera machine. For a long time, Wang Xilou admired the increasingly full photo album with satisfaction. Some of them were taken by himself bathing in the sun. The golden sunlight shining on his fair skin was very beautiful. Some were taken by passers-by to take photos of himself and his apprentice. Sometimes the master and apprentice held hands or held their arms, and sometimes the bad apprentice directly hugged him. , I remember that after taking a photo of them hugging each other, passers-by exclaimed in envy: "You two are a perfect match," but his apprentice just responded with a smile, "No... We are not a couple, we are an engaged couple." Then he walked away in the shocked eyes of passers-by. Thinking back to this, Wang Xilou's face became dry. He didn't expect that he would actually abide by the agreement he made with him. It was really embarrassing to tell outsiders that he and she were husband and wife. The recollection ended here. Wang Xilou scratched his head. He was a little dissatisfied with the interaction between the master and the apprentice in the photo. Feng Wuli noticed it and immediately asked: "Wang Xilou, is there anything else that you haven't photographed?" "Yes!" Feng Wuli was a little confused. He must have photographed all the places that should be photographed, right? But he also allowed his master to pull him to find a place. Looking at Wang Xilou standing barefoot on the sea, the sea water washing her fair and red feet, Feng Wuli was a little confused. Didn't he take several pictures of this? Before we could figure it out, the master waved to stand with her, but there were no other passers-by holding cellphones to take pictures for us. Seeing that Feng Wuli was still frozen in place and about to miss the best opportunity to take the photo, Wang Xilou was a little anxious and shouted to Feng Wuli, "Why are you still standing there? Come here quickly." "But there is no one else to help..." Before he could finish his words, Wang Xilou said anxiously: "Laozi Shu Daoshan!" Feng Wuli walked to the side of his master. Seeing that he had arrived, Wang Xilou quickly fixed the camera stick and mobile phone, and then shouted to his lover: "Look at my eyes" Feng Wuli did as he was told, looking into Wang Xilou's eyes lovingly. "Three, two, one, pop" Feng Wuli felt his lips and teeth were blocked before hearing the familiar clicking sound. Wang Xilou actually kissed him before taking the photo. "Uh~" After his lips parted, Feng Wuli thought about it for a moment. Then I was attracted by the photos on my phone. The two people in the photo are kissing under the rising sun on the sparkling sea. Wang Xilou in the photo is so beautiful, like a fairy escaping in the world, with a pretty face that is slightly red and full of lust, as if he can pull out threads from his eyes. And the creator of this picturesque scene is looking at the collection of basically all interactive photo albums, and then sets the photos as wallpaper without any fuss. Then I picked out a few good-looking pictures and posted them on Moments Text: A trip to the beach with my little apprentice [Sun][Sun][Flowers][Flowers][Flowers] A few meters away, where no one was paying attention, a blond woman silently watched the interaction between the master and apprentice, and then left... Short and weak (covering face) Xianyu has worked hard to get longer! Stop saying salted fish is spicy

I did what I said, and even gave me more.

I can only draw like this (sad)

When I was a child, I met Feng Wuli and thought he was just a big brother passing by. I gave him a bowl of water. When I saw him again later, it was already three hundred years later. At that time, he had been following me. I went there and he went there. I was annoyed with him at the time, but later I missed him so much. When I met Feng Wuli when I was young, he lied to me and called him Wuli brother. Now don't let me look back. Five hundred years after he left, I tried to live a good life using the methods he taught me, learning to grow flowers and cook every day. I'm waiting for something, I don't know what I'm waiting for. Do you hope that he just left with serious injuries or that he has died from his injuries? I dare not think that I can only imagine that he is still alive and wait for that man to come back. I saw him when I was a child in that small broken mountain and I knew he was back. He was the one who taught him about life before, but this time it was me who taught him. Ahhh, he is so annoying. He was so cute and unreasonable when he was a child. Why can't he be kissed now? When he was little, he would come back crying and let me hold him. Now you come back with a cold face and close the door and won't let me in. It's disgusting. Today my mother asked me to go chop wood in the mountains. I ran too fast on the road and didn't see the big brother named Wu Li, so I accidentally bumped into him. He didn't blame me and even took me to the city to eat delicious food and buy me things. He was a good person. But my unreasonable brother sent me home late, so I was beaten up by my parents and I knelt in front of the house hungry all night. Later, before I grew up, my parents bought me to a Taoist priest. It's a pity not to see that big brother again. Big brother, I hope we have a chance to meet again. The Taoist priest trained me into a zombie and it was very painful to help him kill people. I don't want to kill people. Brother Wuli, I miss you. Later, after the Taoist priest died, I became free. I became cold and indifferent. I have been hiding here and there for these years to avoid the eyes of my enemies and the world. Time has passed for a long time. It has been so long that I have forgotten the appearance of my elder brother. It has been so long that my enemies have died of old age. That day I met my eldest brother when I was a child, but I have forgotten it. But he has not forgotten me! He was so surprised to see me when we first met him, and it was so annoying to follow me around all the time. He taught me how to live, grow flowers, cook, and communicate with neighbors. I became cheerful again, but he was getting older day by day. I took on a lot of missions and asked the merchants and slaves who came and went to see if anyone knew about this situation and could anyone save him. Why is he getting older day by day when he obviously has great power? I don't know and I don't want to know, but I beg God to stop him from getting old. I... I like him... That day he was very old and about to die, but I didn't know. He said goodbye to me. I thought it was just a temporary absence, but I didn't expect... He went to Zao Lord and had a fight with him. I heard that he won, so I hurried home and waited for him to come back. I waited for a long time, it got late and dark and then lightened again. After waiting for three days, he still didn't come back. People around me said that he would not come back. I didn't believe it. I believed that he would come back. Before he left, he told me that his name was Feng Wuli. When I thought about everything, I remembered that he was the big brother I met when I was a child. Brother Wuli, I miss you so much. Why haven't you come back yet? One year later I was still standing in the living room, surrounded by dust from the house that had not been cleaned since he left. The neighbor came over to bring me food, put the food down and said to me, "Miss Lou, people have to live, you can't do this, otherwise it will be so sad if you come back unreasonably." After saying this, the neighbor left. I remembered what Wu Li had told me to live a good life before he left, and I knew I couldn't go on like this. I stood up, my body that had not been active for a long time, cleaned the house one by one, learned to cook, planted flowers and blessed trees with spells, learned to communicate with others and opened a business shop. I've learned all this, why don't you come back?

Personally, I feel that the author's daily descriptions are better than Xia Hua's, or more in line with my taste. Looking forward to new books from the author, if there are any.

It looks really relaxing, and it really feels like the body has warmed up.