It's going to be on the shelves at zero o'clock, and I'm extremely worried in my heart, three years of forging a sword, and it's going to be completed tonight, it will either break through the clouds and fog and turn into a nine-day divine dragon, or it will be dim and become mortal iron in the world. We will see you when the world is born! If the author is a swordsmith, then, my dear brothers and sisters, you are the flame that can turn mortal iron into a divine blade. If the swordsmith doesn't have flames, then, what is he? Is it crazy? Is it a play? Or a soothsayer with iron ore in his hand against the Celestial Fury? No, he's just a stupid loser.

I don't want to be a madman, a fool, a dramatist, and I don't want to be the sad prophet, I want to succeed, I want to die, so I can only turn to you for help. I beg you to throw the book "Silver Fox" into the raging flames with me, I hope that the dragon or the golden phoenix can fly out of the flames, instead of just burning such a pile of manure oil......

Please subscribe to "Silver Fox" anyway, I really write this book very seriously, please use your first monthly pass to support "Silver Fox", I promise that it will be a good book worthy of your trust and your recommendation.

I have said that I have said it, and I will leave it to my brothers and sisters.

Worship and worship.