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I still can't understand why someone would write a fanfic with a background like this from a previous era.
What the hell? Where are you laying the groundwork for? Do you feel like you already have writing skills?
Is it the end?
What does "Temporarily finished" mean? I haven't watched it for a long time. I watched about half of it. What happens next?
The protagonist seemed too gentle in that era and not ruthless enough...
No, even if you bet with others, you don't have any gambling products?
There are too many idiots, it looks disgusting
Is there a female protagonist? This book needs more female protagonists. Otherwise, how can such a good bloodline be continued?
It's very interesting, but it's a pity that it sucked. I didn't like the ending.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Written by Ai Kuo, almost every chapter has a lot of repetitive content.
It's so pretty. Doesn't anyone think that Poria and Gege are also very good at knocking each other out?
It's a very interesting book. I'm reading it carefully. Except for the 🐛, I listened to the audiobook in the first half. I was itching to read the spoilers and listen to the audiobook in the second half. There were indeed too many bugs. But the plot and characterization are so to my liking! It's definitely not the kind of story you'll forget after reading it. It's quite long, but luckily I didn't discover this treasure until it was finished. It's great for reading more!
A very stupid novel by Bo Yi. It is extremely disgusting and purely gives people **
Now I can't stand seeing many places.
This book is very well written! ! ! ! I love so much! ! ! !
Good-looking, a rare classic time travel story, not boring
7 points for a super beautiful costume, 13 points for the main character being invincible all day long and pretending to be invincible. There is also a sad part about spring and autumn that expresses the author's homesickness.
The work is very good, with a strong sense of layering and a tight story connection.
The heroine is very cowardly and resentful,
Not bad ≥ 2l2 water gun method has been completed 8x
Seeing that Yue Nu can be withdrawn after being brought to Zhetian, it is another rubbish book.
There are a lot of typos, but overall it's okay, but it's too much for daily life.
A super nice Douluo fanfic
I don't want to read my resume when I look at it. Books nowadays are so illogical.
To put it more seriously, he is an idiot. He has retired from his peak. Where is his brain?
Great story, powerful writing
Just read this, more than 50 chapters. The writing was quite good, but I always felt that I couldn't match the author's brainwaves. I thought that the main purpose of the protagonist should be to preserve his own life. As a result, the protagonist sold his life in order to gain power and military power. But your life is gone, what's the use of having power and military power? And this is just an empty promise. If you have to make up your mind that the protagonist will definitely die and will succeed, what is the point of reading this book?
Check it out, I have passed the test and the traffic is absolutely exploding.
Check it out, I have passed the test and the traffic is absolutely exploding.
I saw a lot of familiar plots
Is this a fusion of the historical background of the Tang Dynasty, Song Dynasty, and the Three Kingdoms? I just finished reading the free chapters, and also saw Zhu Xian, The Legend of Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty, and The Shadow of the Bright Moon in the Qin Dynasty.
Written by AI, except for the first few chapters which are interesting, the rest is rubbish
I've finished reading it, it's really good, I have a good aftertaste
As an old book written 13 years ago, overall, it's okay and worth reading.
Faster, faster, faster, faster, faster
Very nice, please update quickly
It's not good. I almost fell asleep as I listened. The novel was like talking to myself. There was a bit of inconsistency.
Why do we always have to arrange inexplicable plots?
Very good reviews, very detailed description, please keep updating, highly recommended
Just open your mouth?
At the beginning, I said that my parents' salary was not high, so I went to study abroad with a half-scholarship. What the hell are you doing with a notebook? How much does a 2001 laptop cost? You have no idea how much it costs? Is this a laptop from 2001 that you, a person from a poor family, can afford? Is your family having a hard time?
My wife is so pretty! ! ! Laughing until midnight
Follow the latest chapters! ! ! It makes me laugh so hard. The heroine is so strong👍👍👍👍👍The boys are really good-looking from behind.
Try to continue writing the story of choosing the sky
In the late autumn of that year, Chen Changsheng stepped down as Pope and returned to Xining Town with Xu Yourong. The town is still the same. The bluestone road was washed by the rain and shone brightly. The old locust tree by the stream became thicker again, and a few faded old lanterns were hung between the branches. The children chased each other around the alley and were not afraid of strangers, they just looked around curiously. "Look, that's the saint who defied heaven and changed his destiny." The storyteller in the teahouse lowered his voice, and the tree in his hand still lingered. "I heard that he gets up early every day and still practices the marrow-cleansing sword technique." "No." Someone answered, "I live next door. Before dawn, you can hear the wind whining in the yard, like thousands of leaves spinning." In fact, there is no rumor. Chen Changsheng was just used to getting up early. The morning in Xining Town was foggy. He put on an old green shirt and gestured slowly in the yard. There are no swords, no star formations, or even true energy flowing - just gestures. Xu Yourong leaned against the door and watched for a while, then handed over a bowl of hot porridge. "Tang Thirty-Six is coming today." "Him?" Chen Changsheng stopped and took the bowl of porridge, "The last letter I sent you said you were looking for some cold jade veins in Northern Xinjiang. It's only been a few days and you're free again?" "When does he have time to spare?" Xu Yourong smiled and brushed the dew off his shoulders, "He also said he brought someone with him." Chen Changsheng's eyebrows moved slightly. Sure enough, at lunch time, Tang Sanliu didn't come, but Luo Luo arrived first. No, now she should be called Your Majesty the White Emperor. But when she entered the courtyard, her majesty was like frost that melted away in the blink of an eye when it saw the sun. She ran up to Chen Changsheng in three steps and two steps at a time. Her eyes were slightly red, but she forced herself to smile: "Sir! I didn't come here empty-handed. Look -" She took out an oil paper bag from her sleeve and unwrapped it. It was the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the old shop in Xining Town. "It went smoothly when passing by." She said confidently. Tang Sanliu arrived in the afternoon, and there was a figure following behind him - Mo Yu. "I'm afraid you guys will be bored." Tang Thirty-Six put the baggage on the stone table and sat down carelessly, "Kingto is very boring now. Wang Po criticizes the book with a straight face all day long, and Shang Xingzhou is in seclusion again. I thought about it, it's better that your place is clean." Mo Yu didn't say anything, but nodded slightly to Xu Yourong, with the warmth of meeting an old friend in his eyes. That evening, five people sat under the old locust tree and drank. The wine was a strong liquor from Northern Xinjiang brought by Tang Thirty-Six. It was like fire in the mouth. Chen Changsheng coughed after taking a sip. Xu Yourong patted him on the back, while Luo Luo laughed to the side. Mo Yu dug out an old piano from somewhere and tried playing it a few times, but an unknown minor tune played out. The clouds on the horizon were burned into golden red by the setting sun, slowly sinking to the west. There was smoke rising in the distance, and the barking of dogs came from several alleys, vague and peaceful. "Immortal." Tang Sanliu suddenly spoke, his voice much softer than usual, "Have you ever regretted it?" If he had stayed in Kyoto back then, he would have been the pope above all others, holding the righteousness of the world in his hands. Now in this remote town, I get up in the morning to practice swordplay and go for a walk at dusk, just like an ordinary Taoist priest. Chen Changsheng put down his wine glass and looked at Xu Yourong beside him, then at Luo Luo, Tang Sanliu and Mo Yu. The evening breeze blew by, blowing the broken hair on his temples, and also blowing the ginkgo tree in the corner of the courtyard that he planted himself. The golden leaves fell to the ground, covering the ground with fine evening light. "What do you regret?" He said, his tone as calm as saying that the weather was nice today, "The life I wanted to change has already been changed. The people I want to protect are still by my side." He paused, curled his eyes and smiled. "This is the ending I wanted back then." The night is getting darker and the stars are lighting up one by one. Tang Sanshiliu opened another jar of wine, and Luoluo grabbed the first bowl. Mo Yu whispered, "Drink slowly," and Xu Yourong leaned on Chen Changsheng's shoulder and closed his eyes. The wind in Xining Town is as warm as that spring many years ago.
Chen Wanxian
The alarm clock didn't go off and Chen Ge woke up first. There is movement in the kitchen. The spatula touches the iron pot very lightly, so as not to disturb anyone. He sat up, stepped on the floor with his bare feet, and breathed in the cold. A human head poked through the crack of the door, the back of its head facing him. "Boss, it's raining and the big pendulum is rusty." "Looking for repairs." The head retracted and then came back: "Sister Zhang Ya asked me to ask you about that person who climbed over the wall--" "Let it go." The heads rolled away. In the kitchen, Xu Wanzheng was tiptoeing to open the wall cabinet. Wearing his old T-shirt, with the sleeves covering his fingertips. The flour bag was almost empty, and she tried twice but couldn't reach it. Chen Ge walked behind him and reached out to take it off. "You're awake." "You're quite noisy." On the stove next to me, a shovel was hanging in the air, flipping pancakes by myself. The paper man floats next to him, a piece of white paper with no facial features. "It has to help itself." Xu Wan took the flour, "It's free anyway." The paper man swayed in the air. Flip the pancake over and place it firmly in the center of the pan. Xu Wan looked over and said, "Better than yesterday." She looked back at him and said, "Better than you." The paper man floated over and patted his shoulder three times. "Go wash your face." Xu Wan said. There were two toothbrushes and a cup in the bathroom, and the pink bristles were popping. The tail of the toothpaste was rolled into several layers, and he squeezed out two of them, making them look crooked. There was darkness behind him in the mirror. The shadow got darker and then slowly receded. Like ripples on the water. He raised his hand to wipe the flour off his face without looking back. There were two plates of pancakes in the restaurant cut into triangles, and a few slices with burnt edges were on Xu Wan's plate. A plate of pickled mustard and two bowls of millet porridge. The porridge was ordered last night. A head rolled over under the dining table, hit his heel, apologized and rolled away. Xu Yin stood in the corner holding a glass of water, staring at the water in a daze. The glass of water had been sitting there since last night. Chen Ge took a bite of the pancake. The crisp was not completely soft, the cake was a bit thick, and the ham was cut crookedly. "How is it?" Xu Wan did not move her chopsticks. "The ham sausage is good." "Where's the cake?" "Not bad." She picked up a piece and ate it. After chewing it twice, she laughed and said, "It's bland." "It's okay." "If it's bland, it's bland. Add half a spoonful more next time." She picked up the crumbs on the table and put them on her plate. "Your heart-shaped omelette was salty last time. Make sure it's even." Chen Ge lowered his head and drank the porridge. After drinking half the bowl, Xu Wanzheng looked up and put some pickles into his bowl, placing four pickles on the edge of the bowl. There was none in her bowl. "You won't eat." "Too salty. Afraid of waste." He pinched back two. She didn't look up and paused when she poked the pickled mustard with her chopsticks. After dinner, Xu Wan went to change clothes while Chen Ge washed the dishes. A clump of hair crawled up from the edge of the sink and rubbed against the dishcloth. He wiped the edge of the sink with the corner of the cloth. His hair trembled and he almost fell into the sewer. He turned on the tap. The sound of clothes hangers clinking in the bedroom. Xu Wan leaned out from behind the door. "Chen Ge." "Yeah." "Lend me your gray coat." "You're wearing something too big." "It just needs to be big." He walked to the bedroom door. Xu Wan put on her coat in front of the mirror. The sleeves were unrolled and the hem almost reached her thighs. Turn around. "How's it going?" He looked at it for two seconds. "It's okay." "What do you mean okay." "Good looking." She was satisfied. The corner of the mirror was dark for a moment, as if something was retreating from the depths. Xu Wan saw it and didn't say anything, just curled her lips. She turned around to grab her bag. The corners of the canvas bag were frayed, and the monster doll had its head tilted under its weight. After rummaging for a long time, I took out the lipstick and applied it in front of the dressing mirror at the door. Her reflection in the mirror shook, probably because the light tube flickered. The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of the wind in the elevator shaft. Chen Ge nodded towards the camera. The camera turned. They were the only ones in the elevator. Xu Wan took his arm, tucked her hands into her sleeves, and rested her fingertips on his elbow. "I'll go to the supermarket after get off work. There are four bottles of Yakult left." "It's time to buy it." "The low-gluten flour is gone. The paper man stole three cookies, and the decapitated ghost rolled the cookies in his mouth in the corridor in the middle of the night." The tone was very calm, like quoting the price of vegetables. The supermarket is well air-conditioned. Xu Wan rummaged in the freezer for a long time and pulled out the row with the latest date. Weigh two pounds of low-gluten flour. Change the brand of toothpaste, but the old one will not work. When she walked to the snack row, she stood staring at a bag of potato chips for five seconds. "Want to eat." Chen Ge looked at the cart and at her. "Buy." "This is the third pack this month." He took it off and put it in the car. What she wanted to say was not said. Take a light step when pushing the cart forward. The checkout line is very long. She looked down at her phone and read out: "Century Park Sunflower Field, lasts until the end of the month." "Want to go?" "You don't work overtime on weekends to install showcases." "Finished on Friday." She put her phone in her bag. Scanning the QR code, Didi beeped more than a dozen times, and she said between the sounds: "You fry eggs on Saturday morning." "Okay." "Heart-shaped." The cashier looked at them. The sun is shining brightly out. It had just rained and the ground was wet. Chen Ge carried two bags and Xu Wan carried one. Yakult collides with each other and breaks into pieces. She walked to his right, her sleeves brushing against the back of his hands. "Chen Ge." "Yeah." "Sunflowers should be easy to photograph." "You don't know how to take pictures." "You will." He didn't object. She held her arm with him, stretched out her fingers from her sleeves, and placed them on his wrist with cool fingers. It's getting dark when we get home. Chen Ge put down the bag, put the flour into the cabinet, and put the bottles of Yakult into the refrigerator. After picking up the fourth bottle, Xu Yin stood at the door of the kitchen, the glass of water in his hand resting on the floor next to Singers Chen. The water level dropped a bit. About a millimeter. It could also be evaporation. He took out the bottle with the oldest date and put it on the outside. Xu Wan hung up the phone and walked in, leaning against the pool to watch him playing with Yakult. "My mother asked." "Next week." "What day is next week?" "You decide." She looked at him for a while, then walked up from the edge of the pool and buried her face in his chest. The smell of laundry detergent on the collar of his coat was exactly the same as his clothes. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." He muttered. He raised his hand and placed it on her back. There were no lights on in the living room, and only the small light on the range hood was on in the kitchen. The frying pan was being filled with oil in the building opposite, and the sound of sizzling could be heard through the window. The decapitated ghost rolled over from the corridor and rolled to the door of the living room. When he saw two figures stacked in the kitchen, he stopped suddenly and rolled back. The corner became dark for a moment, then slowly backed away. The red high heels paused for a moment on the edge. Didn't come closer. Turn off the lights at night. It's still raining. Xu Wan turned over and faced him. "Go to sleep." "Yeah." "Put less salt in the omelette tomorrow." "Okay." She reached over and touched his hand, passing her fingers through it and clasping it. The sound of rain outside the window was far away, like white noise. A glass of water is on the floor in the living room. A human head squatted next to him, staring at the glass of water for a long time. The paper man squeezed out from under the door and floated over. The human head asked it: "What are they doing?" The paper man wrote crookedly: "Sleeping." The man nodded and turned his head to rest on the cup, motionless. Xu Yin was still standing in the corner, changing the water in his hand to a new one. He looked down at the water, which was calm and reflected the night light on the ceiling that was never turned off. It was dark at the end of the corridor. High heels scraped the floor. There is no sound. In the bedroom, Chen Ge pulled up the quilt to cover Xu Wan's exposed shoulders. He opened his eyes and heard Xu Yin gently placing the water glass on the coffee table outside. The rustle of paper figures floating by. The decapitated ghost snores. Then all fell silent. He closed his eyes.
Why is the name of this book so familiar? Huang Wen seems to have it
This author's writing is very brainless, and all the plots are made up. For example, if an ordinary person has n times the physique, will he get drunk with an ordinary woman? ? ? Are you drinking wine stolen by monkeys? ? ?
A very sweet short article, and the best quality was immediately suppressed.
There are too many cases of forced labor! The worker angrily gave one star! ! !
Adding a nightmare fanfic changes the flavor, and it will be difficult to round out in the later stages. It's almost enough to use the belt and transformation substitution as a golden finger, but it's unnecessary.
Is the author more updated? I think it's pretty good
Can imitation be written like this? It's a running account
A very good book
The only drawback is that he is too high-level to torture Dai Zhongxian and Tang San. Anyway, I think Dai Zhongxian really deserves to die! ! I can't let him die too happily.
This novel is quite good, but the police in it feel too useless. A setting like "official authority" and "righteousness" can be introduced to make the police slightly less vulnerable to attacks or possessions by ghosts.