Although I am a self-conscious writer, I still want to write something with my shabby writing for readers and my peers.

Recently, it has been boiling and the city is full of wind and rain.

As I wrote in the first chapter, "The Curtain of the Rain", it all seemed to start on that rainy night, but what really led to this situation was the bane that was planted early.

A rainy night is just an opportunity, or a turning point.

The cow ghost snake god made times, and the charm and the spirit were turbulent.

I talked to my friend about the recent hot topic, after all, he is not involved in the fiction industry, so he is full of light and breeze.

But when talking about this agreement, he still couldn't contain the hatred and hatred on his brow.

"Isn't this special mother eating human flesh raw and drinking human blood raw?"

These are his exact words, he is not a violent person, but this kind of operation that treats all beings as pigs still makes him scold a little out of shape.

In fact, the world is as black as a crow, nothing more than which is more important, everyone is a person who understands right and wrong, and some things are hastily taken as a joke and a joke.

On the bright side, it is clear in black and white that slavery should be rebuilt, and it may be possible to push it forward by 300 years.

But in this society of reform and opening up, I can only call this kind of behavior "evil wall".

Literally, angry, facing the wall and thinking about it.

(Hehe~)

In the past, a hundred flowers bloomed, and whether or not they could become gods depended on their personal strength.

After that, it was lifeless, and it was all flies and dogs who came and went.

The greatest thing about human beings is that they can fight for survival.

But the most unsuccessful part is that they will have nothing to do when they are full.

Everyone is greedy, there has to be a degree, right? The lessons of how many dynasties have lost their kingdoms still cannot wake up these self-righteous people who try to build ruling empires and oppress the lower classes.

In the end, the banner of resistance was aroused, and everyone held their salaries and burned, the imperial dream fell apart, and they were wiped out, and they could only regret their mistakes, and the old tears were rampant.

Could it be that edema and hyperplasia of brain tissue are causing delayed thinking development and regression?

To put it simply, the brain is inserted into an oxygen tube.

There are bubbles.

Come on, colleagues, don't let all kinds of strange things disturb your dreams, and also break the pace of your fight.

Let's see how easy it is.

I hope that the swallow will return in spring.