Originally, there was another chapter, called Loulan Mist, which was dedicated to Di Renjie, but after writing it, I found that I couldn't find that kind of charm, thousands of miles of yellow sand, quiet ancient moon, a young man who reads, a grave robber who has become fat, where do Loulan people go?

If you don't write well at the beginning, you won't be able to write later. So scrap it. There's a big chapter tomorrow that's dedicated to opening this story.

Here I would like to thank the sheep, thank you for the sea not sleeping, thank you for the nerve-wracking, thank you for my sticker brothers, thank you for all the brothers who like Tang bricks, thank you, with your support, I feel very strong.

Bow and worship, and in the end, you still have to howl, please brothers smash the monthly pass, and the best work ticket is also smashed, and I am willing to eat it when my head is rotten. Thank you. (To be continued......)