You Call This an Imperial Official?

This book should be well written, but I have only read the third chapter. I am really tired of this kind of bitter and hateful beginning.

I want to write about pussy, I want to write about pussy, I want to write about pussy

Don't write about pussy, don't write about pussy, don't write about pussy

Yue'er's role is indeed a bit too much, but it is not likable. When she appears, she is like a plate of food that she wants to serve to the protagonist's mouth. And from the current point of view, her role has nothing to do with the main plot. It is completely forced to play, and it is not even as impressive as the little maid chasing the chicken with a knife. If you are not good at describing emotions, write less. The shaping of Yue'er has made me change from being indifferent at the beginning to being a little disgusted now. If the author likes to write about female characters, Rong Xiaorong's books are pretty good and you can refer to them.

Exile to Lingnan (loud), let's talk about it again 🙂

At the beginning, you directly owe money to the whole world! ! ! You will owe wherever you go! ! ! No motivation to watch

The debt left by the male protagonist's father is a bit like a friend's account. Although the male protagonist keeps paying off the money, no one will let him die until the debt is paid off. Especially after giving the male protagonist an official status, everyone has to try their best to push the male protagonist forward so that he can pay back the money.

It was originally quite good, but I had to write about so many women.

Does it look good? Poisoned every day

"A boy from this world, a cruel dark corpse king appeared in the elf world. He sat on a luxurious toilet made of gold. He often robbed the elves on the way and asked them: Do you think I look like a human being? If the answer is yes, he will sit back on the toilet with satisfaction. If If you answer no, he will become furious and send out his minions to destroy everything. The beautiful elven world is suffering from a great crisis. Please sign a contract with us and become an invincible warrior to resist the Dark Corpse Emperor! " A cute blue bird-shaped elf in the subspace shouted. "I will give you love and tolerance!" A brown and green fat little elf said, blinking his mung bean eyes. "I will give you courage and strength!" A red elf with two horns on his head said, waving his cute little sword. "I will give you happiness and patience!" A purple elf said, swinging his crab hands and tentacles. "And I will give you wisdom and magic!" The cute blue bird-shaped elf stretched out his colorful wings and said. "Who do you want to choose for the contract?" "As a child, I can't tell, I want to try them one by one!" The bald boy said eagerly. As a result, the bald boy named Walkerma von Hindenstein gained unparalleled piety and power. His love was so strong that he claimed to be the spiritual descendant of the God-Emperor and a living saint. He even made up rumors that he was a descendant of the God-Emperor's illegitimate son... His courage was so strong that he would ride into the battlefield in a chariot, shouting spells while wielding a hammer to kill any dirty scum who dared to touch his luxurious carriage with dirty hands. His happiness is so simple. Apart from whipping himself every day, you don't know what he did to the statue of the God Emperor while hiding in his room... His wisdom is so outstanding. He reads ancient scrolls and scripture files in the Imperial Library every day, and from the treasure house of forbidden knowledge, he understands a great truth: justice will defeat evil, otherwise it will be defeated by evil. "After so many years, what is your choice?" The four elves asked in the dark. "Only children make choices, and I, the greatest gentleman in the empire, the invincible pastor, the light of civilization, the holy Archbishop Walkerma, want them all!" The bald middle-aged man stretched out his big hand and shook it tightly. As a result, his body turned into a skeleton, and he was forced to put on the Bone King's armor and the crown of witchcraft. He cut off his right hand and forcibly attached it to a bone melon. His body was repeatedly pierced inside and outside by the black tentacles ejected until it was completely wrapped. Became Nagash, the Corpse King. "What a greedy guy. I've run out of ideas. Let's find the next person to seduce." The four elves named Nurgle, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch discussed this. "Young man from this world, a cruel dark corpse king has appeared in the elf world..." Before the cute blue bird-shaped elf finished speaking, the bard who was stopped said: "Lovely elf, do you think I look like a human being?" "Um... You do!" The bird-shaped elf seemed to have a strange association and replied tremblingly. "The answer is correct! Have you heard of Cathay? I have a long narrative poem of 600,000 words. Please give me some time and listen to my details."