Why Shouldn't a Detestable Demon Lord Fall in Love - Reviews

I like how the author makes use of perfect imagery to describe the scenes and views of the places. The MC is a broken hero who dreams of nothing but revenge. Fun part is he has an Elden God, Margoth, inside him, who stays inside him like a parasite and appears sometimes whenever he wishes to absorb some souls. On his journey the mc finds a girl, I'm so excited about how this turns into something cute and romantic. This book has so much potential and I would like to read more. Hope the author post the new chapters soon

Website : qidian china Views : 11.56 million(and rapidly growing)Rating : 8.4(4400)Chapters : 235Status : ongoing Word count : 636thousandRank : 1author rank : platinum

Brutal translation speed and zero communication has killed this novel. Hopefully qidian responds at some point and we get back on track. Started as a great translator but unfortunately real life became too much and this has been dropped

raw pls ..........................................................................................................................................................

Read this book and give me all your comments the story is a realistic story that repeated itself in various conservative villages this story happened in most remote places whereby villagers still love talking about various issues while others gossip a lot.

Very detail-oriented, and I can't help but want to see how the story plays out.

He had received a notification for killing two new type of creatures.

-En compañía es mejor.

With his had over his chest, he breathed heavily, eyes shut as he calmed the nerves that struck like bolts splashed with water. Going out each day was a risk, risk of being robbed, risk of getting taken away, even a risk of getting killed. His body was in a constant tense, his jaws tightened and arms and legs solid to the point that it ached. He was never ready, but he still found his legs reacting to the day-to-day schedule as he found himself turning towards the exit.

Hestia had ever seen for which they flashed to the young man before them to which they returned back to meet Hestia's gaze.

I touch the necklace and I can feel my heart racing in my ribcage. But it almost burst out when I feel her arms wrapped around my waist and her chin on my shoulder.

My name is Ifritz, the son of Jinni Scretz my Mother, and Satan Madisgood my Father.