Apocalyptic Forecast

written request for leave

I stayed up all night last night and wanted to sort out Xiaogang. As a result, I didn't sort out anything. I was going to sleep at eight o'clock. As a result, I started to use an electric drill to smash the wall ...

After waking up at six in the afternoon, he was dizzy and felt like he was going to hang up.

I have written more than two thousand. If you take a closer look, I feel that this ghost thing really can't be taken.

Please take a leave.

Half of this month has passed, and I wrote 70,000, but the progress has not fallen.

At the end of the volume, writing is always too difficult, sorry.

(End of this chapter)