Dear Judge: Although there are very few of you, the storyteller feels the need to say hello. The book applied for the contract again, but failed.

I talked to my friends, but I can't sign 200,000 words, so I should have been sentenced to death. Some friends suggested abandoning the article, and some said that 600,000 words would be considered dead if they didn't sign...... The storyteller suddenly felt that his head was as big as a fight, and he had a long way to go.

600,000 single machine, between the vast sea of clouds. The storyteller has run out of mind and may abandon the article at any time, so I can only say: I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

"Stealing the Sky and Refining Ding" to the judge is hitting in the hand, please wait a while,

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