Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

Sealed, sealed again...

I did not expect to have the opportunity to get two. I am very grateful to the editor of Man Jiang for helping me to win this opportunity.

Looking back on the last time, it was a year and a half ago. I didn’t expect this book to be written for so long. It was written in the sea. In the group that was thankful for the last time, the editors Xiaozi and Zhuzi changed their positions, and Yi Yiju became the editor. The two students of Man Jiang and Pikachu took over the tradition and continued to hunt down the author. People can't help but feel: people are changing, style will never change! I hope that the diligent editors will be fine.

When it comes to hard work, I can’t help myself thinking of myself.

Since entering the year of 2010, after a little confusion in January, he even won the full attendance award for six consecutive months, so that the butterfly could not help but face up to himself. Cough, if you boast, you are embarrassed to say more, no way, the good quality of modesty can not be wiped out!

It’s only a year and a half to say that it’s just the time from the last time. I’ve said that I’ve written this book recently, and I’ve written it... I checked it, and it’s been a month or two, and it’s been two years!

Not easy, really not easy.

Cough, don't panic, I am not bragging about writing it myself. I mean it is not easy for readers who can catch up all the way from start to finish. The support for the past two years is in mind, click, recommend, collect, subscribe, monthly pass, etc. Every minute is everyone's contribution, just like the quality of the butterfly, how can it be wiped out.

This book has been written for so long, and the number of words has been added more than the previous two, which is quite powerful. I don’t talk about it in the middle. I am a book that is often compared with the net. Many friends have expressed my nostalgia for me.

In fact, it is not the book that everyone misses, but the mood of reading at that time. Some things will not come back in the future. Like a butterfly, I miss the spicy instant noodles of a pack of six cents a child. I saw it in the downstairs commissary yesterday. It has already risen to a pack of money. The butterfly still bought ten packs. Going home, the taste in memory is back, but only the taste, not the delicious...

The past will not come again. The butterfly station is not the end here. I hope I can always write it down and write about the distant future.

Hey, I almost forgot, how can I not ask for a monthly ticket? Everyone does not give the face of the butterfly, but also to push the face to push the face, and quickly vote for a few more votes, so that the seal push also has a gas field!