Cultivation of Immortality: Starting from Selling Oneself as a Servant

I felt pretty good about what the author wrote at the beginning. It successfully made me add it to my bookshelf, but by Chapter 20, it was too poisonous and childish, which made me not want to read any more. I never read it again. It was too poisonous, and neither was the title. At that time, you only read so much. Now I look back at your title and find that your title is very childish and unattractive, and the content can be imagined.

It turns out that the ancients were all good people. They inexplicably came up with things that were beyond the times and no one would be greedy. The ancients were really kind people.

It feels so fake. Forget about white sugar. Even in ancient times, there were a lot of them. Yes, paper towels, Erguotou, and White Rabbit toffee have all come out. Everyone else is blind. Just Erguotou, it is estimated that the profit is hundreds of thousands of taels a year. No one else checks it. You, a servant, just make up a friend and go there? ? ? ?

The title doesn't match the content. People who don't know better think that the protagonist is not a part-time worker but a real slave.

In essence, it is daily information, daily settlement, the same junk plug-in, unreasonable and logical, and the author can upgrade it however he wants.

Emotional value was discovered more than 4,000 years ago, with the Book of Songs, and later with lyrics and opera. Emotional value comes from authenticity. Your novel is too fake, cannot be empathetic, and has no emotional value. Similar stories like this are bankrupt, and you still come here to study.