There is often shit, you have to be improvised, I Ching and Darwin both said so. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

These days have been very difficult, with long-term insomnia, a high temperature of 40 degrees, and "There is a Snake Behind My Back" being blocked.

It seems that bad things have been picked at this time and rushed to find me.

Damn life is like yelling at me, go down, go down, boy, you can't hold on.

That's your destiny, that's your life.

But.

But how could I be willing to fall?

Even if I am past the age of saying some bloody and hypocritical things at every turn, I have to fight back loudly against the old ** of life, go to your fucking banana boat, Lao Tzu still has thousands of worlds.

What if a book is blocked?

What about insomnia until 6 o'clock every day before you can fall asleep?

What about 40 degrees Celsius?

None of them can defeat me.

I'm still here, and I'm writing the outline of a new story in three days, and the first 20,000 words, with huge dark circles under my eyes, and I'm going to prove that my life hasn't come to an end yet.

I can burn, even if it's ashes.

Well, the sensationalism is over.

It's time for new books, new stories, new legends.

Magical and mechanical dancing skies, steampunk-esque rhapsodies.

The lone hunter Su Junyan came from the north wind, and he will definitely rise to the highest sky in thousands of rays and become the sun.

This is my new book, "Jun Yan".

One is a little bit different, one in a thousand worlds.

So, would you like to come with me?

Come on, I know you can't say no.

Oh, and don't give Anne any more referral votes, and I'm so grateful to all of you for still loving the book so long after Anne finished it.

Vote for my new book, it won't disappoint you.