My friend said that I wrote too lightly, there was no golden finger, no woman, and I didn't even pretend to be forced to slap my face, and no one would read such a novel.

I thought about it for a long time, and what I wrote was indeed like this, because the protagonist in the text was just a disciple of an indigenous sect, with no amazing background, no treasures against the sky, no powerful masters, no leapfrog challenges, and no old grandfathers to guide him. Even sometimes in front of the famous faction, like a harmless sheep, they are called and drunk.

But, however, I think the main character is the biggest golden finger!

My writing is not kneeling for truth, and there is no truth in fiction.

In the author's pen, there is the author's body, and the existence of any environment is immortal, isn't it the biggest golden finger? What else do you need for an old grandfather, a magic weapon against the sky, isn't that kind of weak chicken growing up in various predicaments in front of the protagonist all scum?

It's really my fault, because maybe it's because of some flaws in my personality and I'm a little weak in this area, but I'll try my best to write some refreshing plots.

In addition, if this book meets your appetite, please collect it, because I am not a famous author, in Baidu Baidu is not me, if you really like it, collect it, easy to find.;