Song on the Sand Table

The plot of the scout bumping into someone, and the screenshots of someone hanging him up were posted by me in unrelated groups. The world of the Internet is so small.

I have heard about the name of the Thirty-two Father-in-law for a long time!

Please tell me, what kind of person would have a Guan Yu figure at home instead of a statue of a god?

Now it doesn't seem to be exciting at all, and the author wants to slow down the progress. Improve progress here while fighting. Farming no longer feels like farming, and fighting for hegemony no longer feels like fighting for hegemony. It feels like there is too little involvement between the readers and the protagonist, and they just keep following the supporting characters around. If my father-in-law continues to write like this, this book will be sold out again.

I can't stand watching it anymore. The protagonist pretends to be a god in the sandbox, and frequently ends up doing everything himself. There are various downgrades. The protagonist sets himself up as a god, and he frequently appears and gets very close to the villagers. The real self has no abilities. The mismatch between the set identity and the performance ability feels very inconsistent.

To put it bluntly, the rules of the game are just different. He also talked about right and wrong. Bragging about modern football rules? The whole section collapsed.

Is there no author who can write a high-quality protagonist?

I only know about the Western Industrial Revolution. They all existed in our country before. It's just that the Manchu Qing Dynasty was completely destroyed

Your golden finger, the most buggy thing is that you can parachute troops at any time. When the two armies are fighting, just put the second master Guan or Lu Bu next to the enemy commander, won't he explode directly? The enemy's food camp can be burned casually. Dimensionality reduction strikes are much faster than killing people on the battlefield.

I don't understand why the protagonist calls Qin Hui daddy?