Hello everyone, I'm Cangyiwei.
Today I recommend three books to you.
"Xiu Xian Begins with Time Management", Youzhu, 720,000 words in the series.
Brief introduction:
"So you've been lying to me, haven't you?"
She trembled and raised her gaze, but found that the originally familiar face of her brother was now strange and terrifying.
"Deception? How to say it. Master Brother smiled contemptuously and shook his fingers, "I can only say that all of you didn't know my true face from the beginning." ”
He turned around gracefully and strolled toward the supreme heavenly throne.
Peerless sword light, blazing sea flame, star dou silver glow... If a huge tide surged towards his back, it was as if it was encountering an invisible wall. All kinds of spells, thousands of lights, disappeared in an instant.
"Abominable!" Xu Yingpi clenched his silver teeth and looked at An Zhisu, whose face was full of frost, and Shi Liuli, who was silent...
The crowd quickly exchanged glances, whether it was unwillingness, despair, sadness, fear, or... Attachment and reluctance have now lost their meaning.
The most important thing now is to leave that bastard behind!!!
Highlights:
When he opened his eyes suddenly, he found himself sitting on a stone bed in a cave, his body maintaining a meditative posture.
Picking up the bronze mirror next to him, you can see that he is a handsome young man in the mirror.
Sword eyebrows, starry eyes, face like jade, red lips and white teeth, gentle and elegant.
Oh, it's so handsome, how can I be so handsome?
He lowered the bronze mirror and pondered for a moment, when he heard a cold female voice outside:
"Is the master brother here?" The sister came to ask for swordplay. ”
He heard the words for a moment, and then he sighed quietly.
Not again.
Walking to the door of the cave house, he once again confirmed his current identity.
Well, the new disciples of the Kunlun Sect, in charge of teaching their own lineage, autumn and long days.
"Must cover the trumpet tightly", zero degree burning, 80,000 words in the series.
"A teenager named Chen Du, I put the 'key' on him, if you want, go find it..."
Accidentally find yourself the source of turmoil in the world!
Therefore, Chen Du decided to be a low-key person!
However, what he didn't expect was...
The woman who was singing with him ate hot pot was actually a concubine who listened to the government and was a cholera-faced and oppositional concubine.
The little fat man who listened to his poetry was actually a puppet little emperor.
A poem that alarms the great Confucian of the dynasty; a sentence that makes the sword immortals have an epiphany; a dish that makes all the people wrap their stomachs...
Originally, I just wanted to get along as an ordinary person, but there were bad people in the masses! The more low-key, in exchange for the world's attention and investigation, the trumpet exposure is precarious! In this regard, Chen Du secretly swore!
Must have covered the trumpet tightly...
Chen Xiao'er's heart was extremely unstable.
All along, in Chen Xiao'er's heart, there was a secret buried for three years,
In fact, he is not a person of this world.
Chen Xiao'er was not his original name. His original name was Chen Du, a crosser! Before crossing, he was a extra.
Drifting for ten years, relying on a little talent, although I dare not say that it is popular, but the good villain is also the kind that mixes the lines.
At least in the small group of group performances, it is also called "teacher" level.
It was because he answered a question on the "rip-off" that he got up and saw the darkness in front of his eyes, and he arrived in this strange world.
Chen Xiao'er followed his grandfather Chen Ping'an around.
At first, there was no half-hearted information about my parents in my memory, in the words of the old guy Chen Ping'an:
"The boy walks in all directions, has no father and no mother, and has a perfect start."
"The Autobiography I Wrote Can't Be a Tragedy", empty evergreen, 130,000 words in the series.
After reading his autobiography for the first time, Meng Lang sighed
"My life shouldn't be like this..."
The Nth time I read it.
"My life is just like this?"
I read it for N*100.
"The world... It should be so! ”
Only because on the cover of that book, it was written "The Tragic Life of Meng Lang". Meng Lang looked at the title of the book carefully again.
Mencius's Meng, the wave of the waves, yes, is his own name! The green tendons on his forehead jumped. Which unscrupulous smoker is joking with himself?
Still miserable for a lifetime? I miserably you uncle! Could it be Achan that goods? Unlikely, many things I didn't even mention to him. If it wasn't him, was it someone I had inadvertently offended?
Meng Langqiang resisted the urge to drop the book on the ground and opened the page. What comes into view is a photograph of the author. Wearing a hospital gown, there was not a trace of a smile on his miserable white and weak face.
The key is to look at the picture, like the older self?
【Summary】
Writing is not easy, and it is done and cherished.
I'm Cang Yiwei, and I bring salt for The Cangshi Whispers.
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