。 Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。。。。。

Is this bad news? Sky. Mother... The author's ticket didn't explode the table, the inspiration didn't explode the table, and the body temperature exploded first. . .

The author is barely getting out of bed, as if he had been operated on by aliens last night, and his head is like being stuffed into a plasma-heated radioactive furnace... Yes? What is a plasma-heated radiant furnace, you ask? I don't know...

Ah, the autumn wind, the most melancholy, fickle autumn wind, why did you come and go? Leave me with a trace of concern and a clear nose...

Ah, who said that hanging bottles don't hurt? Ah, mother's legs, the hanging needles are all over the sky, is the real world really reasonable? A jar of potion is enough to fill your veins for a large bun, dozens of them... Shrimp? You say needles! Don't! How could such a disciplined person as the author casually show his soft white butt like a bun to others!

Alas... No one hurts, I want to eat buns... Whoever asks for meat ...

That's about it... It's like a slurry in my head... The author is urgently dismantling the plasma-heated radioactive furnace...

Uh-huh... Well, I'm shameless to say it bluntly...

The author seems to be ... I can't squeeze an update out of my head.。。。 Later, when the medicine takes effect, I will nibble on a few more buns, and maybe I can squeeze some out?。。。 The Son once said that inspiration is like milk. Ditch, as long as you squeeze it, there will always be... The author will try his best not to make up for that terrible thing anymore.。。。 Friends, you should also remember to add a few more clothes, don't be too convulsive this season... Especially those who live in the mountains... The temperature on the mountain is definitely not comparable to the mountain...

Ah, who else do you think will go to the mountains to rent a house besides the author's wonder? Indeed, it is...