The Beginning and the School Belle Are Buried in the Coffin, and I Transform into the Ancestor General.

I have written seven books, not even one with more than 500,000 words. You write a 🥚 book!

I beg all adoptive fathers to read it! This book has only one principle, logic! That's it!

If you don't write the last sentence in your introduction, I won't even bring it in.

Chapter 72 completed? Invincible, you don't even have an ending? You wrote a novel?

Faster, faster and not enough 😆

Female ghost getting married? Hanbao's girlfriend angrily opened the coffin and snatched the bride Group: 850518840

It feels like a novel written by a pseudo-person. Now the novel also has corpse AI? 🙄💅🏻

The road is long and far away, I will search up and down😁

👍Brother, let's break out once, hehehehe😁

Brother, can't you just go through all these plots in one go? It's just a little gangster and you dare to fuck Chapter 3

Author, you are so awesome. You stopped updating it before I even read it. Why don't you continue to write a new book? It's like gold shines everywhere. I'm not even interested in reading the first chapter.

I have written more than a dozen books, but they have not been published

Every book is just a piece of shit. You wrote a shitty book.

It's so slow 🤭 Why are there so few?

Please don't stop updating. I like it.

I'll starve to death if I don't update. Do you want to update today? Brother, please give me a reply.

"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 brutal dark corpse emperor has appeared in the elf world..." Before the cute blue bird-shaped elf finished speaking, the bard who was stopped said: "Lovely elf, have you heard of Cathay?" "Um..." The bird-shaped elf seemed to have a strange association, and replied tremblingly: "The medieval one?" "Exactly, I have a long narrative poem of 800,000 words. Please give me some time and listen to me in detail."

Even if you write and write, you're usually awesome if you don't write.

It's a pity that it's unfinished. Might as well open a new book and re-issue it.

No, can't you send it again?

Why is everything okay? How many words? If it's the same as the previous two books, I'll just stop reading them in the future.

What a useless book, don't read it

I feel like the author started with too high a level and can't continue writing anymore. It's a very good subject matter. Oh, it's heartbreaking.