Demon Hunt: A Hunter's Memoir

What should I say? It's been a week since it ended, and I'm only now remembering to say it. When Zi Chuan ended back then, I told myself that it marked the end of an era, and now, I feel that same way again. It's a shame that "The Demon Hunter" was published on 17k. 17K's readership is mainly composed of modern urban romance fantasy readers, and "The Demon Hunter's" style is not appealing. Most people are drawn to the author's reputation or purely for the exciting plot. I can't help but think that if Demon Hunter had been released on Qidian, it certainly wouldn't have ended so indifferently; it would have been a landmark event. After all, Qidian had a reader base built by Fang Xiang, Skeleton, and others. Demon Hunter's true potential required a sufficiently large readership to support it. Qidian is, after all, the home turf of online novels. Seeing this stage filled with the past few days of Yue Guan and Tomato vying for monthly votes and engaging in verbal battles truly breaks my heart. This biggest, highest, and brightest stage should have been completely ceded to Hunter of Demons when Yan Nan ended. Even Jin Yi, another masterpiece this year, should have quietly stepped aside at this point, allowing Hunter of Demons to complete its final steps under the watchful eyes of millions, thus establishing an almost insurmountable, almost sacrilegious status, instead of departing so indifferently and quietly as it is now. I even worry that in this field, it will take a long time for Demon Hunter to reach the level of recognition of Card Master. No matter how tragic Card Master is, there is still a group of loyal fans who are hard to ignore, like my loyalty to Zi Chuan and Blasphemy. However, how many people can sigh with admiration and be unable to let go of Demon Hunter now? How many people can truly appreciate its greatness? It's such a pity.

When I was a child, my family was relatively poor, but I didn't realize it. An aunt came to visit from thousands of miles away and brought my family several bags of glucose. I don't know what this is, I've never seen it before. I asked the aunt, is it candy made from grapes? My aunt told me: This is high-grade sugar. There's no other explanation. I treated it like a precious treasure, and occasionally stole a bite. It was very sweet, but the sugar ran out before the year was up. As we get older and sugar becomes more prevalent, we lose interest in most types of sugar. I happened to visit this aunt's house. Her daughter was young and sick and couldn't walk. Whenever she cried, the aunt would stop her with candy, saying, "This is high-quality candy," and she would calm down. After I started working, my former high school was renamed a senior high school, but I didn't feel that it was particularly advanced. The word "high-end" loses its mystique; it's nothing special. The tobacco shop is high-end, aiming straight for the super. How much higher is "super" than "advanced"? Advanced + Advanced = Super? Advanced x Advanced equals Super? Does a higher power equal a super? I don't understand at all. Look at Rogge's magical beast physique—superior to others, with astonishing regenerative abilities and near-infinite mental strength. A direct disciple of Rodriguez, the top of the Ten Great Mages, the level of "seeing flowers as flowers" is nothing special to him. He split wood into threads, transformed spirit into strands. Over a decade of painstaking effort—destroyed, rebuilt, ultimately failed—a pipe dream. But his actions still revealed his ruthless nature; he was a character, but not a truly exceptional one. With boundless charm, from frantically grinding experience points around zombie warriors to transforming into a goddess, every gesture captivating and enchanting, she has won over Annie, inspired Rogge, and instilled fear in countless powerful figures across the continent. She is no longer just a high-level character; she has already reached the realm of a super master, and this "super" implies a profound level of mastery. Rodriguez has dominated the continent for three hundred years. The Church of Light has followed him and attempted to complete his mission multiple times, but failed. They only helped him establish a legendary reputation, making him the most powerful figure on the continent. Even the Pope, who possessed the great art of prophecy, never dared to challenge him. Looking at the entire blasphemous world, apart from the unattainable gods, he can be considered a true powerhouse. He is a master who can see through life and death and understand the grand schemes of things. He can even put down an apple. In my opinion, the word "super" is not enough to describe him. Both Hughes and the Pope were desecrating the world. Hughes, who had comprehended the Book of Heroes, and the Pope, who had mastered the Great Prophecy, were equally matched as powerful beings from different planes. Yet, behind their strength lay a deep sigh. A true buddy is hard to find. The title of "super strong" is well-deserved, but for these two, it's just an empty title; what meaning does it have? Super strong individuals, like those in the Sanctuary, are only meaningful to people like Androni and the Death Squad. When you have the word "super" in your heart, perhaps you are not yet a strong person, you just yearn to become stronger. Just like YY's Nightly Love of Seven Women, who could eat a bushel of rice and ten pounds of meat, a desire that was hard to fulfill. Once you start working and enter society, every single day you want to become stronger and get a raise. Why? Weak. That's so lame. So he worked hard, learning his skills, learning how to be a person, and learning everything that could increase his chances. Super? Dream on, you'd be lucky to even make it to the top. The book "Dust and Fate" is a good book. Why do I say that? Book reviews are easy to write. Similarly, blasphemy can also be a good book. By this standard, The Witcher's Handbook is not a good book. There aren't many plot holes, the logic is flawed, the settings are pieced together from various sources, yet the plot is surprisingly plausible. The words may ignite passion, but they may not truly ignite it. It's not so hot that you feel I'm still young, that I can give it my all, that I can start over. But the heat is so intense that you're still frantically pressing F5 at one or two in the morning, hoping for a miracle. This book, which seems unremarkable, is surprisingly full of extraordinary moments, in every paragraph and between every line. In the later stages, everyone was reduced to boxed lunches, without the word "super" in their names, and they didn't even have the chance to show their faces when they were getting their boxed lunches. Even with the word "super," like a fully-fledged Pandora, it only deserves to appear every few dozen chapters to post a few lines of blank text. Thinking about this, one cannot help but think of the great goodness of worldly affairs. Even that simple question: "Sir, how much is your tea?" They all seemed so moving. Although Huaisu was not seen at the end of the story, and Yun Wuhua was not mentioned again, the whole story is still full of various vivid minor characters, even the Corpse Immortal who was naked and exposed had a good role. Although the realms are divided into three pure realms and twenty-seven stages, the difference in rank is not related to the role's screen time. Therefore, worldly ties seem to have more human touch. However, the human touch completely disappeared in The Demon Hunter's Diary. There's no chance anymore. What are entourages and heroines compared to the word "super"? They're utterly defeated. In the smoker's writing, he finally went on a killing spree. Perhaps at this moment, the smoker finally realized that all his strength was fake. Class is the only real factor. Those high and mighty beings, my dear, dear, dear, they will not treat you as their own kind. Above. I am still tobacco. I am filled with awe when I see super-life forms. Above.

At seven in the morning, the city gradually awoke to the sparse sound of wheels. Watching the Lord's Kingdom, carrying His women and children, and His dreams, leave our solar system, there was no sunlight outside the window. It was a dark morning, like the depths of winter back home. How many times in my youth had I woken up on mornings like this, groggily pedaling my bicycle to early morning study? Fortunately, I quickly realized it wasn't worth sacrificing precious sleep for fleeting exam scores, thus growing into someone with a relatively robust body, but whose mind often short-circuits. Thinking back to the day I first finished reading "The Witcher's Diary," I turned to my wife, who doesn't read much, and asked: What is the devil? She said, "The devil is a terrifying, frightening, and ugly creature." "Then why do people use the phrase 'devil's figure' to describe a woman's body? This shows that a devil is by no means ugly." I countered with a question, My daughter-in-law's answer surprised me. "The devil is something that confuses people. Confused people can't find their way, which is why the devil is so terrifying." What exactly is the devil? For creatures with infinitely long lifespans and endless evolution, how many temptations of the devil must they face? Even humans, with their short lifespans, must contend with various inner demons. There's a famous saying among corrupt officials: "I'm not afraid of principles, I'm afraid of having no hobbies." Even small hobbies and interests can eventually become uncontrollable inner demons, devouring one's true nature and becoming the basis for manipulation. How can those lives with infinite time to be manipulated by demons escape their clutches? Will life itself become increasingly indifferent after countless escapes from demonic manipulation and entanglement? Indifferent to the point of ignoring other, lower forms of life? That was practically a foregone conclusion. So how can there be "superhumans" who are not bound by human morality and law, yet still benefit humanity? Because of this confusion, I thought of another quote I recently saw: "When you are confused, ****." That's right, superhumans also fall in love with humans because they have no kindred spirits, or even if they do, it's competition and concern. Therefore, they are lonely, and superhumans also have an inner demon: "love." And the simplest expression of love is action. Yet, people like to ponder whether they act out of love or love because they act. Just like the simple words of the Smoke God, it cannot explain whether God created humanity out of loneliness, or whether people created God out of faith. A story, after being finished, leaves behind such an unsolvable paradox. Is it meant to provoke thought? No, clearly, in my opinion, the thoughtful "brain" Helen is less endearing than the more instinctive "Li." I often think wickedly, when Sue first defeated Li in the jungle and stabbed her, did Li experience any arousal? Judging from Rigore's silent love for Li, who can only loudly proclaim "Welcome to the Jungle" to mask Li's own moans, does Rigore regret not using "force" to conquer his beloved female? He really should have returned to the jungle sooner; for the demon of love, perhaps the "pheromones" permeating the jungle are simpler and more direct. So, women who have enjoyed the feeling of "I'm completely satisfied," don't be stingy with your sweet and wild moans during sex. For the males toiling on your bodies, nothing is more exhilarating than the sound of moans. I think if all women in our country were willing to have sex for the men they liked, perhaps we would have already entered a harmonious society in this regard; and our men wouldn't need to feel inferior about their size anymore, resorting to dating women from other countries while they're still moaning. If, as a male reader, you've never brought your woman to the peak of excitement in the quiet of the night, never had her wildly and passionately calling out for your advances in the still of the night, never had your neighbors, out of envy and jealousy, throw a shoe heavily from the ceiling as a warning when she moans for the nth time, then you shouldn't be indulging in the world of erotic novels. Instead, you should quickly find a real enchantress who can bewitch you, find a "pleasure manual" to figure out her A, P, and G spots, and make your enchantress moan uncontrollably for you. That way, at least you'll be a qualified "intruder" in bed, a "super life" in your enchantress's eyes. Speaking of which, what exactly is a super-life form? That's another perplexing question. Is it humans who have evolved into beings with souls? Or are it those single-celled organisms that are absolutely dominant in number and structurally simple and easily replicated? Humans, at least, aren't as persistent as single-celled organisms; for them, living and reproducing is the greatest meaning of life itself. Therefore, humans seem like invaders to this world. Only humans have learned to think, instead of completely following the dictates of instinctual pheromones to decide when to eat and when to reproduce. It's like waking up in bed, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, and endlessly pondering pointless questions like, "Is living just about having children?" The "brain" is mostly occupied by "demons," just as Helen Keller spent most of her time thinking about questions like, "If I died, how many people would care?" Because if the brain is truly working at full capacity, then death is not far off. Perhaps in the unknown sea of ​​stars, the true super life forms are those simple-minded fools and gluttons who stay hungry and stay foolish. Moreover, these single-celled gluttons do not need to consider morality when they need to reproduce, nor do they need to store up energy for more than ten years due to the limitations of nature, nor do they need to find a "suitable" mate due to the limitations of their souls. But scientists keep finding evidence that humans are super-life forms, now even claiming that every seven years, all the cells in the human body are renewed. In other words, you seven years from now are a completely different life form than you seven years ago. This theory also explains the saying "seven-year itch," perhaps seven years for men and eight for women, after all, our ancestors also said seven for men and eight for women. But the question with this discovery is, why do the cells that are renewed every seven years become older instead of becoming more vibrant? Are humans really experimental subjects created and designed by other life forms with an evolutionary ceiling? So I looked at the completely new girl in my arms, so different from seven years ago, and sighed. Maybe humans really do have souls, otherwise why would a completely new brain remember things from over a decade ago? And the girl said, "Maybe we should choose to forget." Damn! Humans may have souls, but books certainly must have souls. "The Demon Hunter" is a work whose soul is difficult to touch. Perhaps it's a challenge for the author, who spent years creating it and maintaining updates; perhaps Yan Da himself was also contemplating rediscovering his soul; perhaps the internet truly is the most alluring allure for writers who can't bear the loneliness. In any case, I didn't find a more easily touched soul in this book. From the stunning "Desecration," because it was a living, breathing being, to the more understated "Dust and Fate" and "The Demon Hunter," the writing and story are still captivating, but it always leaves one with the feeling that while each individual feature—nose, eyes, eyebrows, ears, mouth—is vividly portrayed, when put together, while each feature is clearly defined, the overall captivating wisdom, like the allure of romance, is lacking. Perhaps Yan Da also has his own confusion and inner demons. For readers, satisfying the fantasies of demons is important, but it's less valuable than taking the time to read the "Classic of the Plain Girl," the "Dong Xuan Zi," or sexology reports. However, the author needs to be understood. After all, neither the question of "which came first, man or master" nor the question of "what is life?" Can be fully explained in a few million words. Moreover, each person is their own "unique" being, and each person is the master of their own life. But "Su" is definitely not some so-called super-life. Although he said he wanted to make those around him happier, and although his death was meaningful to humanity, from the perspective of life itself, his suicide was the most irresponsible act, making life itself seem like a trap of instinct and soul struggle. Such a conclusion is too dark; studying the "Turtle Display Technique" would be more practical. That's why I like keeping fish. Watching them play freely in the water, and thinking about how their three-second memory allows them to be carefree, I realize that every time I put my hand in the tank, they swim over and wag their tails at me, completely forgetting my past misdeeds of poisoning their parents and siblings in the name of saving them. Watching the female fish repeatedly smear their eggs in the corner of the tank, and the male fish tirelessly shooting them out, and then, due to environmental and resource limitations, they eat the newborn fry themselves to store energy for the next reproduction, I think they are the true super life forms. Perhaps only Fanny has the potential to become a "super life form." Encounters in life always end in separation, and this separation is the catalyst for the next encounter. Just like why, despite women's genes being more perfect than men's, there are far fewer elderly widowers than young widows in reality? It's because men's imperfections make them unable to endure loneliness, while women, being more evolved, understand better how to survive in loneliness. Looking at it this way, men are truly pitiful. They themselves have modified societal norms, and even in matters of mutual affection, men exert more effort and ejaculate, yet they don't enjoy it as much as women, but they are always misled by the idea that women should take responsibility for taking advantage of them. Although God ultimately bestowed Xiaomei upon Su, what is love in this world? It makes people willing to die for each other. Compared to the loose narrative and expansive themes, the most dazzling fantasy element isn't the so-called power tree, but rather the script used by the gods, which resembles the structure of human genes: Besaindus. This makes me believe that science fiction isn't confined to foreign countries. The most brilliant characters in the book are precisely those ordinary people who constantly fight for their beliefs in an era filled with superpowered individuals. The stories and souls of these ordinary, flesh-and-blood characters are like an undying glimmer of light illuminating the sky of humanity's end times. The innocent and genuine expressions of affection, like "Hey, beautiful tough girl, you'll definitely fall in love with me," are more in line with my aesthetic. After rambling on and on, I realized that I couldn't find the words of "Smoke God" nor could I find the soul I had lost in the book. So I had no choice but to use other people's words to awaken myself. The monk Bu Er said: The body is a great flower, the heart is a red lotus. When the flower blooms, the flower is magnificent; when the flower withers, the flower collapses. I put down my pen. The sky outside the window was truly beginning to lighten, and I had to continue to work hard to overcome my inner demons and cherish the girl beside me who was similar to yet different from the girl I knew seven years ago. This article is dedicated to all those who have lived and loved.

A wild heart beats within its chest!

First, desire is the master. Promotion, raise, wealth, more money, more power, greater freedom, and better sex. Cultivation and progress are the main themes of ordinary people's lives, day after day, year after year. All of this is innate, unending until death, dominating our lives, changing our lives, and sometimes we submit, sometimes we struggle. Before the god of fate, we sometimes unite and cooperate, and sometimes we fight endlessly. Desire is the master of our hearts, or perhaps its demon; it arises naturally as soon as you silently recite its name. II. The Thorny Path Unevenness in one's fate is a natural occurrence. A sip of water, a meal—I don't care about taste or quality, I just want to survive. Most simple lives are filled with hardship, following a path no different from that of their predecessors: seeking knowledge, survival, peace, joy, companionship for life, and smooth sailing. Some people may have talent, while others may have connections; these can be called capable individuals or important figures. Driven by ambition, regardless of public opinion or the vicissitudes of fate, one can face them head-on, some with equanimity, others with fervor. There were hardships and triumphs along the way, as well as many things that couldn't be told to others. But as we continued on our journey, we treated the thorns under our feet as mere scenery along the way. Part Three: The Journey of Evolution The door to evolution has been opened, and thousands of years of development seem to be far less rapid than these few hundred years. Various mythical treasures have become reality—some are for viewing, some are for use, some are for riding, and so on. It has enhanced our capabilities, allowing us to see further, go further, and even reach places we couldn't reach before, and see sights we couldn't see before. The boundaries that were unimaginable in ancient times no longer exist: Space cannot prevent lovers from missing each other, and even the boundary between the living and the dead becomes increasingly blurred. At this moment, I recalled Yan's words: Even when you have everything under control, you should still retain a sense of awe and humility. Desire remains the dominant force; it is up to us to decide whether it becomes a demon. Blasphemy gives us a goal: to sleep and count money. Blasphemy gives us a method: to control the rules, to make the rules. Blasphemy gives us an ending: even with our best efforts, it may all be just a mirage. This is a complete life. The million-word novel "Dust and Fate" actually only talks about two words: cherish. Cherish the present, cherish what you have and what you haven't lost. Cherish the past, present, and future. Cherish the one and only in your life: The One. Originally, I had no way to comment on Demon Hunter, no way to put my thoughts on it; I always fell silent the moment I touched the keyboard. Until the final chapter: Dreams. Yes, nothing is predetermined; there is still a future. At midday, a ship laden with hope bursts forth, carrying Pa, Pan, Xing, Xue, Luo, and perhaps the long-unmentioned hope, Yin Mao, and Hei Gang. In the future, hope will rise from the ashes under Yan's pen! Yes, desire will be reborn one day. Hope accompanies you and me every day. Happy Year of the Dragon! Perhaps, the city of sin is the intoxicating sincerity of smoke. I still yearn for this new chapter. Happy New Year! Wishing you all the best! Two self-encouragements: You're too narrow-minded; you need to change that. The contribution is too small; it needs to be changed. I haven't read Sin City yet; perhaps I'll read it after I finish it. I've heard there's snow in Jiangnan; it must be a bountiful year. The Lord will be invincible, seducing every woman he encounters, and producing tens of thousands of women every month! May all you tobacco lovers sleep until you naturally wake up, count money until your hands cramp, read endless updates, and have good luck non-stop! Happy Year of the Dragon! Written on the Spring Festival Gala when the dragon emerges and the rabbit hides.

Disclaimer: This is just a repost. What makes someone like a song? And what makes them unable to forget a song? Different people will have different answers to this question. I think any music will evoke different feelings in different people depending on their mood and the location they are in… For example, on a first date with your loved one in a coffee shop, the gentle breeze blowing in from the window and the warm sunlight streaming in will stir your heart. The music playing in that coffee shop at that moment will leave a deep impression, making you feel warm and happy. When you hear that song again, you will recall that day and the beautiful feelings you had that day, and that song will be unforgettable. When you are heartbroken, or have had a dispute with a friend, feeling sad and disappointed, if the sky is gloomy, you will feel even more depressed; if the sky is clear, you will feel even more lonely. At this time, the song you hear by chance will also be tinged with sadness, and that song may also be unforgettable… That's it. These pieces of music might seem ordinary in a normal state of mind, but when listened to at a specific moment, they become imprinted with the mark of that moment. At that time, the liking and lingering memories of these pieces are not just because of the music itself, but more so because through the music, one can feel the memories and time that these pieces carry. While reading The Witcher's Handbook, the song I played most often on my computer was the one from the first page: Lacrimas Profundere's "Black Swans." This song, for me, is deeply imprinted with the essence of The Witcher's Handbook. And whenever I hear it, whenever the intro begins, I feel an overwhelming sadness… the piano plucks at my heartstrings, creating a somber atmosphere, as if I can feel the despair beneath the indifferent calm of those living in the post-war wasteland—ethereal heavenly sounds piercing through thick, leaden-gray radiation clouds, a man kneeling on the ground, delivering a deep, quiet monologue in a hoarse voice. This imagined scene inevitably reminds me of the title of a chapter in Blasphemy—Looking Up at Heaven from Hell. In *The Witcher's Chronicles*, the plot and characters that best capture this feeling are the priest and Sally's group. More precisely, Sally. She's the little girl who danced a striptease at the Dark Dragon Knight's school to earn more money for her dream; she's the little girl who remained gentle to the boy beside the priest who insulted her while borrowing books at the church; she's the little girl who was willing to sacrifice her body, dignity, and even her life to create an ideal world where ordinary people could live. Therefore, what touched me most in The Witcher's Diary was the warmth of Sue and Mediliel's mutual dependence in the wilderness. And what impressed me most was Sally, the little girl who didn't appear very often. Her dream. Her hope. Her kindness. To me, these are the greatest highlights of "The Demon Hunter's Notes." They are the only warm ray of color in the desolate wasteland of humanity depicted by Yan Yu Jiang Nan. Like a flower blooming among thorns, they are unforgettable. I remember seeing a quote that said, "The world is colored by my own eyes." In Sally's eyes, even the desolate wasteland of the apocalypse was a world full of hope. She devoted herself silently to her dreams without complaint or regret. Even in her final death, she would have held onto hope; she died in the light of her own heart. The Demon Hunter's Notes is nearing its end, and I still can't predict Sally's fate. In any case, I hope that Yan Yu Jiang Nan can give her a somewhat comforting ending. This is my final hope and expectation for the Demon Hunter's Notes.

The greatest distance in the world is not the distance between the paths of love, but the distance between us when our paths cross and we are nowhere to be found in an instant. Bebraz, a name that is the complete opposite of his stature, imposing and irreplaceable, but ultimately he failed to become my lover, not even once, even though he achieved completeness. Deckard Avidar, the Dark Spreader, you have exhausted your darkness. Those last two drops of concentrated life essence were finally released into the endless stream of insects. The intense light generated by the darkness stained the millions of insects with the last and only turbid white of life. The Queen will remember you. In your presence, I will still be the woman named Angelina. You could have obtained permission to enter the Spider Queen's Motherhood Sanctuary without paying with your lives. Eleven, 11, is an unlucky number. Fate has urged you forward and given you countless years, but you have spent your entire lives guarding the 11th step, a step that can only belong to solitude. The next step is the paradise of desire, but that is the next step, and you have not yet reached it. When a man and a woman spend years together in a crimson castle in the middle of the sea, you never have the courage to prove your dignity as a man. You are dark, and you are ultimately accompanied only by your own loneliness. Failure comes from cowardice, success belongs only to the brave. In the last moment of life, you even sacrifice your outward appearance to fulfill nothingness, and ultimately return to nothingness. Do you remember those countless stormy nights when you sat alone in the great hall of the crimson castle, your gaze piercing through the darkness and fixed on your burning heart? Do you remember the countless times I asked you to do things for me, and your darkness spread across the entire continent, yet you ignored my lonely soul? Have you ever thought that on calm, moonless nights, when the intense radiation only fuels passion, you stand atop the castle, lost in thought, yet ultimately refrain from tearing away the loneliness that belongs to you and me? Avida, when will you pause even once on your path to becoming a strongman? Look at me, this so-called strong genius of the mainland, I am actually just a woman, forever a woman. May the Lord be with you, and may you become the Lord's shadow, waiting for my coming. If there is an afterlife, I would rather have you in person than your heart. If there is an afterlife, I would rather you and I have no abilities, just ordinary men and women, living a simple life, free from loneliness. If there is a next life, as long as you hold my hand, I will definitely walk with you.

There have been many reviews of the book "Demon Hunter," some of which are quite insightful. In my personal opinion, overall, the book still boasts a grand scope and exquisite writing, with its own moments of brilliance, making it a fine work. However, compared to "Blasphemy" and "Dust and Fate," it leaves a less lasting impression and evokes fewer feelings. In my opinion, there are two reasons why Yan Nan's works are so beloved by us: first, his philosophical insights (on the world, society, life, business, etc.), And second, his emotional depth (intense emotions, such as the fall of Isabelle Adjani and Zhang Yinyin/Shang Qiushui's journey to Qingxu to seek justice). After searching through my memories, the philosophical thoughts that left a deep impression on me in this book seem to be only the exploration of world order, the world of ordinary people, the world of those with abilities, and how ordinary people survive within the framework of the world of those with abilities; as for emotions, they were mostly incomplete and lacked a sense of exhilaration. After some personal analysis, I believe the reasons might be twofold: First, as readers like myself grow older and gain more experience, philosophical insights that can move us are not as readily available as they used to be. Moreover, Yan Nan has already released most of his past accumulation in his first two works, and without a longer period of further reflection, it may be difficult to achieve a major breakthrough. Second, in the many emotions depicted, Yan Nan seems to have compromised and tried to be as comprehensive as possible due to consideration for the different emotions of readers. Coupled with the limitations of some major framework settings in the text, under these constraints, each emotion ultimately lacks the moving quality and the sense of resonance that comes with empathy. To paraphrase a line from "Dusty Fate," it is "wavering and indecisive." Based on the above considerations, I would like to suggest the following to Yan Nan: First, why not take a break from writing for a while, travel, read widely, and broaden your horizons, and then share your masterpieces with us again? We will always be here, because classics are hard to come by, so why not wait? Second, it is impossible to please everyone. If we try to be perfect in everything, we may end up with mediocrity. It is better to have a few highlights, leave a deep impression, and encourage discussion. Moreover, many times, imperfections are what make a lasting memory. I wonder if Yan Nan agrees? Furthermore, as this book nears completion, I would like to offer a suggestion to the author: could you perhaps focus less on engaging in intellectual battles with the readers and more on the overall quality of the book? (This is actually the real reason I'm writing this review.) Writing a book and engaging in a battle of wits with the reader can be enjoyable, often surprising and showcasing exceptional intelligence and logical reasoning. However, for a book, quality is paramount. If one obsessively focuses on this intellectual challenge, creating constant twists and turns, or even resorting to surprises for their own sake, it becomes contrived and leaves too many details to connect and refine. While this might work initially, it becomes forced and awkward later on, ultimately harming the overall effect of the book. What a pity. In fact, human stories, when abstracted, are just a few repetitive ones, only changing in terms of time, space, culture, group, subject, and so on. Yet good stories never cease to emerge. The secret, in my opinion, lies simply in the storyteller's ability to tell stories, knowing what will interest others, how to make them interested, and how to tell the story vividly. Thus, even the same plot can resonate with people and even be unforgettable. I painstakingly compiled the above text for your reference, Mr. Smoker. My abilities are limited, so please forgive any shortcomings. Writing is not easy, as we all know. Therefore, Xie Yannan has done what we are unwilling to do, and has continued to write diligently for many years, contributing many excellent works. Wishing you all the best! Other readers, please refrain from criticism; I will not respond to any comments. Have a great weekend!

After more than a week of rain and gloomy weather, the sun finally came out today. This wasn't the first time in my life that the sun had shone after the rain. The usual routine was to hang out laundry and enjoy the sunshine, nothing special. The sky has cleared up, and I know that the next rain is inevitable and will eventually come. The novel is almost finished, and I'm confident that my next novel is already in the works. I was more disappointed than I expected with Demon Hunter's Diary, and I believe many others feel the same way. Out of habit and trust in Yan Yu, I continued to follow the series, subscribed, and even voted for it. Am I expecting too much? Am I too easily disappointed? A book of blasphemy gave me the foundation of my expectations; a book of worldly affairs gave me the reason for my expectations. In terms of structure and writing style, Yan Yu is very strong. But actually, my expectations are quite simple: this is a good book, a good book that I can recommend to my friends. It doesn't seem to be that good yet. Maybe I'll have to wait for the next book, or maybe the one after that, before I can push it with the same righteous indignation, confidence, and even passion as I would push it with blasphemy. I couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed, because this is just a novel. It lacks the grand scale of a profane novel, the meticulous crafting of worldly affairs, and the love and hate that transcends time and space that I was looking for. Because, setting aside the gorgeous prologue and the solid, satisfying first half that feels rough and crude, I have to admit that this is indeed an inspirational novel. It talks about love, it talks about peace (post-apocalyptic wasteland), it talks about struggle (survival in the wilderness), and it talks about perseverance (Dragon City). Countless verbal fantasies are merely a form of teasing. As I repeatedly yearn for climax but repeatedly slip away on the way, I am powerless to even groan. Perhaps this book should be renamed "The Story of the Boston Super-Life Forms"? Thanks to Baidu's ranking system, the number of Dragon Knights in the Demon Hunter's Notes forum far exceeds the combined number in the forums for Blasphemy, Dust of Fate, and Misty Rain in Jiangnan. However, this does not mean that Demon Hunter's Notes is a very successful post-apocalyptic novel. Although not entirely successful, it does have some watchable aspects. Based on my love for Yan Nan's works, I followed these watchable aspects to experience what the Demon Hunter's Notes is all about. Is it love? The wild Li in the jungle, the ups and downs of an hour; the high-flying Pa, with her high-raised legs; and the girl forgotten in the southern continent, all whetted my appetite but did not satisfy my endless imagination. Li's maternal love, Pa's sacrifice, Medili's life-and-death devotion, all these levels are too extraordinary, so I can hardly find resonance in them. Maybe it's because I'm too ordinary. The only one, the apostle, the super life form, Besaindu—one mystery after another is being unveiled, yet I feel no excitement. I look back at the previous chapters, pondering deeply: what exactly is this book trying to say? A word caught my eye, and then I found the answer in my heart. A somewhat somber answer. A word that can have unusual meanings. The smoker offered his answer. The book's introduction states: When desire is unshackled, there is no way forward; it can only turn left or right. I want to say: Desire leans to the left, dignity to the right, and sacrifice comes first. Persephone: I will defend my dignity, but only in my own way! Roy: Roy finally understood that his current reliance was entirely based on Persephone's still-held dignity, and if he wanted to trample on her dignity, the result would inevitably be unpleasant. Even the simplest dignity comes at a price. To defend dignity, everyone must pay a price, which may be time, energy, money, happiness, love, misunderstanding, health, or even life. Everyone has the right to choose, and no one can avoid paying a price. Priest: My child, the most difficult thing in this world is to live with dignity. Right now, dignity is a privilege reserved for only a few. Yes, living with dignity is a right reserved for a minority; even the priest couldn't help but sigh. When have we, the masses, ever possessed this dignity reserved for a select few? When someone falls from the pinnacle of power, can they still retain that dignity? The Queen: In this era, the hardest thing is to live with dignity. I hope you haven't chosen the worst path. I saw the innocent face of a little boy carrying a large coal basket on the rugged road, his skin stained with black sweat. For an ordinary, law-abiding worker, dignity is earned through hard work, step by step. This dignity is different from the dignity possessed by a privileged few. It is a dignity of life itself, which needs no bestowal, yet is unshakeable. Su: Perhaps, people still have dignity. But is dignity priceless? Helen: Of course. As I said, those who refuse to sell their dignity often do so simply because they think the price isn't high enough. In this era, those who can still uphold their dignity are either dead or so powerful that no one can challenge their dignity. But if such a person exists, it means that everyone else will live without dignity. This is the dignity of the capable, a dignity that only a few can possess. To possess this dignity, you must be powerful. This dignity is hard to come by, hard to maintain, and losing it... Is only a matter of time. Sue: I've finally waited for this moment... ... For you (Westwood, Ray) to voluntarily give up your dignity and pride as human beings. The dignity that Su spoke of is a dignity that everyone can possess; it is light, it is frankness, it is without guile. Perhaps, this kind of dignity is something that you and I can both possess. Sue: If we can let her (Medire) sleep peacefully like this, then what is there that is not worth giving up, even dignity and hatred? In my eyes, this sentence is exactly what Yan Yu Jiangnan was trying to say in his Demon Hunter Notes: for love, what is there that one cannot give up for one's own little dignity? Because of this one sentence, I will love you for the rest of my life. Sacrifice is the most precious form of dignity. The above is just rambling. Firecrackers were going off outside, and I heard peace and joy in them.

1. Rigaure A true man is a backup option, a best buddy, a comrade-in-arms, someone who dedicates his life to his cause. 2. Pandora Unable to express their suffering, they were not human from childhood. Now, we are together, with flowing black hair, staring blankly ahead. 3. Clotina For loving you, I gave you everything; for loving you, I even treated myself as a commodity in a transaction; for loving you, my heart belongs only to you, and no longer to me. These are three special people. A lover is right beside me, within reach, yet it's as if there's an invisible wall between us. I love you, but you don't love me. Even with a thousand words to say, I can only light a wrinkled, damp cigarette, silently watch you, silently protect you, and silently burn myself for you. You once had the love of a father and mother, but one day, you were forced to become cruel, silently bearing all the secrets and pressures alone, just to survive. As long as you survive, there is hope. You have a blank expression, but you are the best actor. You deceived the apostles, saved your parents' lives, and endured shame and misrepresentation that no one else could bear. She gave everything to the man she loved, only to be betrayed without mercy. Even so, knowing he's doing well is enough. I gave for you, and I still give for you. I am Claudina, devoid of dignity before powerful figures, clad in bronze armor, invisible yet full of emotion. As the flame of life quietly fades, no tears fall from my eyes. I don't want to praise Yan Nan's skill in portraying the character; it's pointless now. Yan is quite good at writing minor characters, and she often ruthlessly erases the characters she has painstakingly created, leaving no trace. Zengzi said: "I would not even care if the cooking pot were broken." The smoker said: "Finish the steamer and discard it." What is a broken pot? A poorly developed character is one that is generic, lacks personality, and is repetitive, among other things. Such a character is better left undeveloped than not developed at all; it wastes space and effort but contributes nothing to the overall novel. Regardless of: It's not worth spending any more time on it. Let it go, put your energy and time into new things. This is a kind of gain after letting go. What is a complete steamer? The characters are well-developed, with distinct personalities, leaving a lasting impression. They enrich the plot and add color to the entire novel. Discard it: No matter how good a character is, if there's no need to waste time on them, then don't waste any more time or effort on them. Focus on developing new storylines and new characters. Don't let them appear if they shouldn't, and don't dwell on what shouldn't be cherished. This is also a kind of gain from letting go. By giving up, one gains. Do not cling to the past; be able to let go and seek the new. How many people can do that? Instead of resting on past successes, we move forward day by day. How many people can do that? Forget yesterday's failures and start afresh. I am still tobacco, and I will continue to move forward.