So I Am A Demon Descendent!

It's our happy time again

First of all, I'm sorry, it was too late to stay up late last night, it seemed to burst into the liver at five o'clock, and then got up to work at seven thirty, and slept forty minutes in the subway. Fortunately, I was not busy at work today, I was snoring, and quietly mixed A day. I didn't eat anything after going home and slept from eight to ten thirty.

I'm sitting in KFC now for junk food because several small restaurants nearby are closed. It may not be updated today, but I will work hard after eating it, and strive for a chapter in the middle of the night.

But the state is not very good, and my mind is muddy. And the plot has reached a more critical place, unable to pass with daily water.

I overestimated myself. After all, I was a 20-year-old person (say 19-year-old seems to be a bit shameless), not the 18-year-old boy.

In addition, the story is late, I don't know how many words are left. This book should be more than 2.5 million words, less than 3 million words.

The reason why the liver bursts every day is to finish early, rest, and then try to open a new book after a while.

This book ... is hard to say in a word, worse than "Sister". The elder sister just blocked the list and did not recommend it. This is a network-wide block and she couldn't find it. But my ordering was quite stable, it was really great. Other author friends do not believe it.

At the beginning, because I was not very familiar with the power class, the rhythm was not good, the first order score was only average, and then it was steadily improved and steadily improved .... When the May was low, the river crab came, and the urban power was classified. Stop for seven more days. After I came out, I entered a 20-day shield.

Released 20 days later, and before returning to liberation, a lot of popularity was lost.

After a period of time, the results rose again, and then ... this is how it looks now.

God smiled slightly at me, and I felt like an angel, flying invisible wings, and flying, who knew it was sneer, and God kicked me into the trench.

So cool!

I'm not at all uncomfortable, I even want to laugh.

After the encounter with "Sister", I have been able to face the crabs calmly.

Mainly, my original intention of coding was not to make money, but to excrete. Of course, I hope you continue to subscribe, for my hard work.

I can't remember which writer said that writing is a kind of mental excretion, and excretion is a very good thing.

I wrote what I wanted to write, and I have no regrets.

In reality, I am quiet and dismissive of the world.

On the Internet, I made a fist, attacked politics, and criticized society.

I never gave birth to my keyboard man, and sprayed forever.

The key comes!

(▼ ヘ ▼ #)

(End of this chapter)