From Rickshaw Puller to Corpse Emperor

Write about the world of the Republic of China. He was actually able to write a snake over 300 meters long in more than 130 chapters. Forget it if it's the world of Xianxia. Does the author have no initial impression of more than 300 meters? A high-speed rail car is 25m. A standard train is eight cars. Including the head of the car, it is less than 230m. He wrote about a giant snake that was seventy or eighty meters longer than a high-speed train. Then his consumption for one meal is at least 10t. And it's in the deep mountains and old forests. Are there so many wild beasts for him to eat? Even in the deep sea, how far do you have to run to get all this food? It would be fine if it were written as a mythical creature. In the author's setting, he actually practiced the second realm, the Qi Entrainment realm. It would be fine if it is set to a length of 30m. More than 300 meters is really thoughtful.

This author tried his best to write about the world view of zombies in the Republic of China, but he failed to capture the flavor of the film and television! Reading the entire story, the whole screen is filled with the sense of sight of extraordinary people working as dogs for the powerful. It is like a "supernatural working simulator in the Republic of China" - accepting tasks and receiving rewards, the cycle repeats, and it is ridiculously fragmented. You have already become a saint and can tear apart monsters with your hands, but you still have to run errands for mortal nobles? You must know that the essence of power is violence, and the extraordinary himself is walking violence! Either don't write extraordinary settings, or follow the logic of "only extraordinary people can restrain extraordinary people". I endured thirty chapters, but I didn't see the slightest bit of the status that a transcendent person should have. In the previous dozens of chapters, monsters appeared in turn, and countless people died. As a result, everyone took it for granted, and even extraordinary people were regarded as tool men who could be summoned and moved for money. Indeed, no one would take such extraordinary people seriously. The most outrageous thing is, I am so awesome, why can't I not eat beef, but why can the handsome son do it? So I can't stand it anymore and I'm hiding.

Is it a cultivator? Only women would write that illusory rights are more important than strength. The subordinates are so awesome and servile, and they are all loyal to the family. What are they for?

The beginning feels like the period of the Republic of China. The protagonist is a second-generation man. He started pulling a cart at the age of 13 and has been pulling it for three years. The eldest brother-in-law is a patrolman. It's hard to understand. The literacy rate was not high during the Republic of China, and during the war, there were relatives who were patrollers. It was easy to find a job settling accounts. I really don't know what the author was thinking. In order to highlight the difficulty of life? The beginning of the story contains too much bitterness and deep hatred, and it feels completely unnecessary. Moreover, it seems that the so-called hardship is deliberately arranged by the author.

From the moment the main character urges marriage, it becomes more and more vicious, and the routines used to urge marriage are still very bloody. Then make a wooden box for the coffin. Is it necessary to be in such a hurry? What's more, the skill must have requirements for this thing! The refining is also very casual, such a child's play. Then, you repeatedly cultivate yourself into a ghost, never considering the consequences, always improvising, and then start pretending to be stupid when looking for exercises. I wonder, when you sell exercises, you know where to buy the exercises you need, but you don't know where to look for them? Of course, these are all minor problems, but from the moment I sold myself to become a dog, I really couldn't handle it. This is a novel, and your protagonist is cheating. No matter how you make excuses or say you have autonomy, you can only talk about it. After becoming a dog, you are no longer in your hands. Life and death are in the hands of others. Flashed.

Brother, what you are writing is about refining corpses! To put it mildly, it is also heresy! Why is it written like an inspirational novel?

When you are a dog, there are golden fingers who continue to be a dog. It's no longer what you want in reality. It's okay to read a novel and still have to be driven by others.

Is the left brain on the air mattress fighting against the right brain? It's interesting.

The protagonist has so many inner dramas! , And Chun Chun is a big licker, why is this person named Yue called Na? She was so fascinated that she called her a monster. What kind of woman can be called a monster? How can I look like a monster? I can call you a monster, a child who defies nature, a pure loser, and I have written more than 600 pictures. Oh my god, I have so much courage.

After reading the first ten chapters, I didn't stop. When I was practicing Black Zombie, I said that I couldn't practice for half a month because of the loss of essence and blood, otherwise the consequences would be serious. So I started practicing again that night. Not only did I practice, but I also refined a drop of essence and blood. I overturned the previous article in less than two pages. Didn't I check what I had written?