Become a Devil Today

I'm super! I'm super! I'm super! There is extreme division! !

We are mortals We are the ones who surround ourselves with the who do not belong to this era "The World" We are ————— "Tarot Society" ——————

Nine-level is the way to go. I've been saying this for 13 years.

To be honest, Star Stealing Moon is a comic that made me feel unworthy of the male protagonist, especially in the later stages.

I didn't have much insight when I watched it before, but now when I look back, I realize that the main theme of Stealing Stars in September is really about love. Muir V was trapped by love, and April was willing to wear Mr. Jin's mask for March. Not to mention March, March's promise to resurrect April was... He betrayed Detective V and killed him. The battle on Black Moon Island in October was even more outrageous. He clearly saw that the September in front of him was an illusion. However, he forgot all about saving the world and avenging his younger brothers and sisters. He embraced an illusion even if he risked his life. It's true that the average person has a love brain.

Lilith was given to October by the author, and the comic begins here. October, the dog, gradually becomes the male protagonist. It disgusts me, so I say goodbye.

Personally, I feel that Zhiyinmanke's comics started well at the beginning and had many types. Unfortunately, most of them were unfinished later on.

Stealing Stars in September, Extremely Split It's really rare to see this kind of fandom now.

Don't come here and write disgusting things when you're sending your daughter away. Thank you.

I didn't expect anyone to remember being extremely divided.

Long live the Jiuliu Party, go to hell in October

Can we write in the next dungeon that the hero is a girl? Today, I suddenly remembered this ridiculous thing that made me sick. I highly recommend you kill all those people. The male and female protagonists are so miserable.

Well, I was wrong. The writing was inexplicable. When I wrote about stealing the star, I didn't explain anything. Even the protagonist went straight into the plot without explaining it, which made people look confused. The author had to reprint it or make major changes. Anyway, I feel like this won't retain many people.

Just copy the original work and it becomes a book? Inexplicable

I saw people coming in who were extremely divided.

Does this guy also generate electricity for love? Qidian also generates electricity and is a ruthless person.

600 Photos are free, and the theme is September? How ugly it is. If it weren't for Daily Guide, I wouldn't have known about this novel. There are few comments. How much poison does he have to put so that no one will read it? I am thirteen or fourteen years old, and I remember that September Day was very popular. Someone should read his writing on this subject.

The most rubbish thing about this novel is that 99% of the words are for supporting characters and 1% for the protagonist.

Tomorrow's talk: The morning sunlight shines through the glass windows of "Yakasha Flower Shop", dyeing the clusters of fresh cut flowers with a honey-like color. The air is filled with a mixture of fragrances: the richness of roses, the elegance of lisianthus, and the faint scent of earth. The pink-haired woman was standing on tiptoes, trying to insert a bouquet of newly arrived hydrangeas into the elevated vase on the wall. She moved with the cautious vigor of someone recovering from a long illness. "Let me come." A gentle voice sounded from behind. The yellow-haired man put down the half-trimmed eucalyptus leaves in his hand, walked to her side naturally, and easily took the heavy bouquet of flowers. His movements were precise and steady. The fingers that once manipulated deadly threads and tore apart the battlefield were now gently tossing the delicate petals, looking for the perfect angle. "Leave this kind of heavy work to me from now on." Feng Daizan lowered his head, looked at Ruo Jianhua's pink eyes that had regained their vitality, and said softly. Ruo Jianhua puffed up her cheeks slightly, her expression vaguely showing the shadow of the old days: "I just want to try it myself. Burial, you can't always treat me like a porcelain doll that needs to be handled with care." "Not a porcelain doll. "Feng Daizan tucked a strand of pink hair that had fallen behind her ear, lingering on it for a moment, "It's a lost treasure." At noon, the pink-haired girl sat on the sofa by the window, with a thick plant illustration spread out on her lap. The sun shines through the gaps in her hair, creating a fluffy, warm halo. She was fascinated by the book, and occasionally stretched out her fingertips to lightly touch the illustration of a certain flower on the page. Feng Dainian walked out of the kitchen, holding two cups of freshly brewed tea in his hands. His bright yellow hair looked much softer in the sunlight, no longer like a burning flame, but like a mature wheat field, glowing with a steady sheen. He placed one of the cups on the low table next to Wakamika, and warm steam rose up. "What are you looking at?" His voice was very soft, with an almost clumsy gentleness, completely different from the stubborn and sharp young man he once was. Ruo Jianhua raised her head, her pink eyes were like glass filled with stars. She smiled and pointed to a plant with small blue flowers on the illustration. "This is called forget-me-not." Her voice was like a breeze blowing through a wind chime, "The language of flowers is...'Please don't forget me.'" The tip of Feng Daubian's heart seemed to have been touched by the softest feather, filled with subtle sourness and endless happiness. He sat down next to her, the sofa sagging slightly. "No." He whispered, like a solemn promise, not only to the flower, but also to the person in front of him. "Never." He stretched out his hand, without touching the book, but very naturally and carefully, curled up a strand of her hanging pink hair with his fingers. The hair is soft and smells clean of sunshine and soap. This simple action contains the lingering, cherished and almost frightening feeling even after it is lost and found. Ruo Jianhua's cheeks were slightly red, but she didn't move away. She closed the book, leaned slightly toward him, and rested her head on his not-so-wide but unusually solid shoulder. "Burn," she closed her eyes, her voice lazily filled with contentment, "The sunshine is so nice today." "Yes." He responded, adjusting his posture to make her more comfortable. His yellow hair and her pink hair intertwined quietly in the sun, the colors contrasting sharply but extremely harmonious. There are no earth-shattering adventures, no world-shaking power, just the steam in the tea cup, the faint fragrance of ink on the pages of the book, and the clearly audible heartbeats when leaning against each other. He once climbed the tower of sin in an attempt to steal the power of the stone tree god to reverse life and death. In the end, what he wanted was never the power at the top of Abaddon, but just such an ordinary moment, to share a slow-flowing, sun-soaked time with her.

Ryusei's character alone is completely opposite (ノへ￣,) According to Ryusei's original character, even if he is reborn, it is impossible for him to become like this 😅 It is even more impossible to be with someone else after he likes Yue Yue and is already together. It's just random writing 😅