wrote 200,000 words and was still denied, and the data was so miserable that it was hit.

The state has been really bad for the past two days, and this afternoon I was watching an American drama, Star Trek Discovery, and I thought about a lot of things, all about what to do with this book next.

The first volume is barely finished, so I should say something.

The Rift City incident is too deeply hidden, and it is estimated that many friends have not understood it, so let's analyze it first.

The little brother walked too quickly, not portrayed well, and not vivid and sensational enough.

I can't help him, and I apologize for the inconvenience.

The bureau of Rift Valley City is not to kill the little brother, but to control the Iron Wood Cliff (the Iron Wood Cliff is not under the control of the clan, nor is it controlled by the School Palace, which is tantamount to a heresy of the Fa, and this situation is not allowed), and there is also the use of the little brother's murder to launch the Civil War (after the north is completely independent, the little brother will be released, with their understanding of the little brother, they naturally know that he will not slaughter the school palace after the seal is lifted).

Those shameless lords, Huai'an, and Cai Bo invited him into the urn, and then used a family and a city to force him to obey (the city lord is an actor who won the Oscar for Best Actor), and asked him to go to the inn on the dock to participate in the Hongmen banquet.

In fact, all this, Si Mingqin really expected.

He voluntarily made a sacrifice to sacrifice his divine consciousness in advance.

But I didn't expect the praying mantis to catch cicadas and yellow finches to follow.

The Demon Descendants have changed some links, and they want to use this bureau to kill Si Shenqin Zhen, and they are also very happy that the human race will split, so they have been secretly doing even more shady things.

The poison on the knife inserted in Si Mingqinzhen's back has been replaced, and it is deadly, which will be revealed later.

Whether Si Mingqin is really dead or alive, I can't say.

In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, three shameless people from the north appeared in the courtyard, with obvious meanings, that is, to tell Si Mingqin Zhen, if you don't eat that fish, I will kill your father.

That's the general meaning, there are a lot of immature places, and I won't talk about some details.

Conceptualizing such a plot is also brain-burning, and I will never write it like this in the future.

Whether I like it or not, the book hits the streets, and it's so miserable that tinkering doesn't help.

In fact, there are more than 100,000 manuscripts left, and I originally planned to use it for the New Year, or wait until the contract is signed and put on the shelves to have two more and more explosions.

But now I'm going to say I'm sorry.

There are too many problems in this book, there are hard flaws, there are too many elements and too messy, the sense of substitution is insufficient, the sense of picture is not at first glance, and the writing is dry.

I don't dare to look forward to relying on the later plot to go against the sky.

Instead of overhauling, it is better to rewrite.

At that time, a new book will be opened to continue the road to becoming a god, but there are many things to adjust, and the plot will be a little different from the prequel.

It's been too tight lately, and it's almost the New Year, so I'm going to take a break.

When I went back to the countryside for the Chinese New Year this year, I basically didn't have much time to write.

I'm going to look for a job in the next year, and I'm not sure when the new book will come out.

Plan to take some time to improve your writing first.

In the future, I will have to squeeze time to write, I want to save four or five hundred thousand and upload it, at the speed of my handicap, it may take several months.

Finally, I would like to thank the evil points that have always supported me, Xiaohui Girl, Xiaoqiang, Liang Mazi, and all the friends who have collected the Holy Hall. Click in to take a look and say thank you, for the writers who hit the street, a few more clicks a day is also a very happy thing.

Writing novels is my greatest passion.

This story has put too much effort into it, so it won't be just left at that.

I just want to write this story better, let more people see it, become a professional writer, use the manuscript money to support my family, and realize my unfulfilled long-cherished wish.

May you all remember me when I return with the wooden stream.