Chapter comments on the chapter of the book Building The Ultimate Fantasy

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TheDummy
Another proof that what MC said to the girl is perfectly reasonable, it's said that the young master had a bad temper, now MC got his memory SO A PART OF HIS PERSONALITY TOO TECHNICALLY SO YES IT'S PERFECTLY REASONABLE .
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SinisterSmile
I know the ages of your three maids, how old is the MC, anyway?
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Olie_taurus
i'm beginning to like this novel.
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TheHellUnder
But a smell shivered him awake. It was a scent as old as the world. It was a hundred aromas of a thousand places. It was the tang of pine needles. It was the musk of sex. It was the muscular rot of mushrooms. It was the spice of oak. Meaty and redolent of soil and bark and herb. It was bats and husks and burrows and moss. It was solid and alive - so alive! And it was close. The vapors invaded Nicholas' nostrils and his hair rose to their roots. His eyes were as heavy as manhole covers, but he opened them. Through the dying calm inside him snaked a tremble of fear. The trees themselves seemed tense, waiting. The moonlight was a hard shell, sharp and ready to ready be struck and to ring like steel. A shadow moved. It poured like oil from between the tall trees and flowed across dark sandy dirt, lengthening into the middle of the ring. Trees seem to bend toward it, spellbound. A long, long shadow... Stephen M. Irwin, The Dead Path
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Moonlight1521
But a smell shivered him awake. It was a scent as old as the world. It was a hundred aromas of a thousand places. It was the tang of pine needles. It was the musk of sex. It was the muscular rot of mushrooms. It was the spice of oak. Meaty and redolent of soil and bark and herb. It was bats and husks and burrows and moss. It was solid and alive - so alive! And it was close. The vapors invaded Nicholas' nostrils and his hair rose to their roots. His eyes were as heavy as manhole covers, but he opened them. Through the dying calm inside him snaked a tremble of fear. The trees themselves seemed tense, waiting. The moonlight was a hard shell, sharp and ready to ready be struck and to ring like steel. A shadow moved. It poured like oil from between the tall trees and flowed across dark sandy dirt, lengthening into the middle of the ring. Trees seem to bend toward it, spellbound. A long, long shadow... Stephen M. Irwin, The Dead Path
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Y_Maverick
Till this day I wonder if grown ass men would call each other old fart as insults. It’s always weird and childish when authors use it in their works, it sometimes feels like it’s a 15 year old that wrote it 😅
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TheHeavensAbove
When honor and the Law no longer stand on the same side of the line, how do we choose[?] Anne Bishop, Heir to the Shadows (The Black Jewels, #2)
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Reconecting
Did the generals also hear what the people outside the wall said or do the generals doesn't care about lu fan?
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