In the past few days, I have a cold and a low-grade fever, a big nose and a waste of paper, and book lovers who read books should pay attention to their health, anyway, I have been tortured for two and a half months.

The update is now a fixed 6000 words a day, I can't sit for a long time now, take the mobile phone code word throughout the whole process, I am short and I accept my fate.

I am a sick number in cultivation, I don't have that much ability, and I won't die, and not adding more is my current service tenet.

Writing fast is not the kind of thing you want to see, and it's not what I want to write.

You can't torture each other, do you?

I'm going to do it again now, and I'm in the hospital, and I'm sure I'm going to have surgery. I can't just because Christmas is here and I have to send gifts, right?

Nezha stepped on a Hot Wheels and looked very chic, and his pants were not burned yet.

The princess of the iron fan did this, not begging the monkey to come out with her mouth wide open.

Of course, there will be more, let me slow down, and there will be more when it is put on the shelves around New Year's Day.

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