My Return to Life

I wrote the chapter title and prepared for the next chapter. Suddenly I felt a little stomachache, and then I went to the bathroom.

When I came back, it was not bad, inexplicably out of inspiration.

Can this brain be **** any more?

So I can only post a single chapter here, groaning.

Every minute wasted will be one more minute of fatigue tomorrow.

It's very angry.

By the way, I want to vomit again.

MMP, I found out that I was really rubbish.

The gap between bashing street and not bashing street is so heartbreaking.

For example, every time you scan the list and read a book, you just open one.

I thought to myself, what is written by this horse, and then the results will fly.

Okay, I trash I admit it.

Just want to be sour.

But the more annoying thing is that when I hit the street, no matter how explosive it is, it doesn't matter.

Every month I tried my best to update 293,300,000 words, which was of little use.

When I wrote about Shenhao before, if I update 10,000 characters someday, I can’t wait to release the whip.

This comparison is very impressive.

I spent 19 hours awake a day thinking about writing Nima Hammer novels, Explosive Hammer, are you not afraid of sudden death?

What can't you do if you have this time, can you still starve to death?

Isn't it out of work?

After thinking about it, I still have time to code words.

People are cheap. Obviously no one takes you seriously, so you have to find excuses to convince yourself, in case you look more at it.

Then I discovered a heart-wrenching fact, and the more you don’t see, the more you don’t.

For example, during the two shifts this month, many people watched it, but the third shift was not watched by everyone.

After spitting out, the soul still hasn't come, the code word still has to go, and the street is not worthy of sleep.