I remember that when I first started writing the book, it was still 07 years, and it has been 9 years now.

From the ignorance of writing ruins at the beginning, the disappointment, cheer up, passion, and exhaustion of Warcraft heroes to the hunter overturning and rewriting 3 times, and finally falling silent due to his mother's hospitalization.

Nine years is like a reincarnation, time and society have precipitated my impetuousness, and it also makes me deeply feel that there is a time for manpower to be poor after all.

Now I don't have many ideas, and I no longer pursue perfection, I just want to write books in a down-to-earth manner, and strive to be neither humble nor arrogant.

If I can bring a little joy to the readers while entertaining myself, a little bit of thinking, and finally a little money, then my life will be perfect! Readers, little ones are here to greet you, ahahahaha? Too long? It's so small, it's numb and round, and you're going ~~

"Grunt (the sound of the orb rolling on the ground fades away)"

(Hey!) hey!? Not humble, not overbearing, hey!? You're so shameless!? The style of painting changes too fast, hey! There are too many slots, and I don't know where to spit up!! ）