Douluo V: Taking Advantage of Xiao Wu's Youth, He Tricked Her into Becoming His Wife

I am the author, writing first: 1. The pen is in my hand, and I know which ones are poisonous. For example, the first time Tang Hao made trouble for the protagonist, the protagonist was not killed because I wrote Tang Hao to death and there was no tool man to promote the plot. Therefore, I planned to avoid the poisonous point of Tang Hao constantly causing trouble for the protagonist and the protagonist's harem and not being able to die for a long time, and left him as a tool man. 2. Some book friends have always suggested that I write Bibi Dong. You can vote here. If you want me to write, 1 will be deducted, if you don't want me to write, 2 will be deducted. The main reason is that one senior brother was scolded for writing about her, which made me really scared, so I asked everyone to decide whether to write or not. 3. I really beg you all, please don't keep books! Really please! The retention rate of books will be lost. If the retention rate is gone, I will have no manuscript fees. Yuanyang relies on manuscript fees to make a living. Without manuscript fees, I really can't keep writing! Or if you really can't get enough of it, why don't you read the latest chapter every two or three days? Thank you, thank you, thank you! 4. The number between 100,000 and 200,000 words is very critical, it determines the life or death of the book. Before 200,000 words, I beg you again not to raise the book. 5. This book has emotional lines, brotherly love, son-daughter love, etc. It is not a mindless harem and a younger brother. It is fun for a while, but it gets boring if you keep writing like this. 6. If Yuanyang writes poorly or makes mistakes, you can criticize them in paragraph reviews and chapter reviews. I will diligently review chapters and paragraphs every day to improve or correct any inappropriate points. But just don't say it in book reviews, otherwise people will read it and think, oh, this book is explosive, and they should evacuate immediately [crying] 7. I can think of this much for now, and I will add more later, either under this book review, or when the author has something to say at the end of the chapter. 8. In the end, no one found out that I secretly gave myself a good review...

It's good-looking, really good-looking. At least this book ranks third among all the Douluo derivative novels I have read so far. It may be better at this pace in the future. And the author is also very reasonable. At least it has not been published yet. Huo is not like a book I read before. After two sentences of evaluation, I said it would kill me. I hope Yuanyang will update it more often. Recently, I have invested all my gold coins in an author I particularly like. I am currently saving up. If I invest 5,000 yuan, I will vote for you. Look at me Yuanyang! ! ! ! ! ! !

The best Douluo fanfic I have ever read! As for the protagonist Ye Hua and the female protagonist, there is a mixed bag of one, two, three, and four 😊Anyway, there are all popular ones. It's really funny to torture Tang San and the protagonist group! What a cool article➕system, the system really loves the protagonist! There is nothing sinister, but there are often some details errors and typos in the original works😓But Yuanyang is still very active. He can read the comments of book friends, humbly make changes, ask for advice and explanations, and also search and collect evidence. This must be praised😄There will be updates from time to time, Yuanyang has a very good character, come on! ! ! 🎉🎉🎉

That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she replied naughtily: Okay! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and said that I liked her. She listened blankly without saying anything, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old, she was 20 years old, and I was already at the construction site. I have been carrying cement for a year, and she is still in a key university. I can no longer say that I like her, because I feel that I am not worthy of her at all. I keep what I want to say to her to myself, and I will tell her everything when I am worthy of her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. I was more concerned about whether she was a wife and a mother. My career was gradually getting on the right track. I was also a small contractor, contracting some construction sites, and was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, in a dim room, just the two of us. After a long silence, she spoke: 800, seeing that you are an acquaintance, I will charge you 500. I tried my best not to tremble anymore, and said, "Come with me." Her eyes glazed over for a moment, then flickered, and then like a fire extinguished, she said, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a lady, I have guests, nothing happens, I'll leave first." She left in a hurry. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a look of horror and distress on her face. The TV did not even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump and bump in my heart until it shattered. The last time I saw her, she came to me. She was on the roof, and I looked up at her from downstairs. I just looked at her for a long time, and he left without leaving a word. The next news about her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it. Anyway, I feel very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me as innocently as she did when she was seven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She opened her mouth and said in very soft words: You know... You know... I burst into tears at this time, and immediately said: I know, I know your heart, and my heart has never changed. I will not dislike you. We... She suddenly shook it off excitedly, interrupted me, and only listened to her weak voice and said: No... I want to... Ask you... Update... Hurry up... Okay?

The first book I read on this software, I read more than a hundred chapters. It was okay, but the author is a girl. Why do you all think she is a boy? Don't be fooled by her! Whose boy hugs a cat and gnaws its paws, says it smells like toast, and calls himself a boy? As for why she calls herself a boy, it's not clear. Girls who write male videos will be discriminated against. Whose boys use Yuanyang as their ID? Just like when Wang was writing in Peking, in order to make it easier to publish his works, male writers used female pen names.

The old plot, still pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, why can't you write without this template? There are super Douluo guardians who also hide their soul rings. A person who has broken through the first ring for a thousand years has no need to hide it? Also, are the quality and soul skills of your Panlong Stick martial soul suitable? A dragon-coiling stick with a five-clawed golden dragon on it. Its soul skill can breathe dragon fire. But you told me it was a high-level martial soul?

Overall, it's very good, and I recommend you join the game. P. S. Everyone who sees this comment is welcome to join Mo Ran Pavilion (if you want to join, just leave a comment and reply within one day)

I'm almost pissed off if I don't have any brains. I really can't read the original book at all. It doesn't have that flavor anymore. It's too intellectual. In this book, Tang San's character is no longer called Tang San.

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It's good to watch. At first, I wondered if there were too many female protagonists. But as I continued to watch, I felt that it wasn't that crowded. I was somewhat impressed by the plots of each of the female protagonists. Overall, it was pretty good. I just felt a little anxious in the first few photos.