Almighty Game Designer

I had a feeling a lot of classmates would come in and say:

Nima, I thought there were four more.

Or, "Sangen's salted fish still begs for a lunar ticket?"

Yes, that's right. Excuse me!

Cough, everyone first put away the small tabletop of the stool knife in your hand, and bring back the released dog first.

I can explain.

Well, I got a call this morning from a penguin. The old horse said to me, "Boy, you have an idea. Learn to cook with me. Uh, no, come to work with penguins. We need talent like you!"

That was my idea, I don't know.

I even bought a house in Shenzhen.

But then I thought, "No, I haven't finished my book. I have to be professional."

So I refused categorically, and I said I wasn't being modest. It was all Celent's first move. Besides, so many readers are waiting for me to update. I can't go. If you don't believe this monthly ticket, so many people are saving me with it.

Old Marco regretted that he told me that it would be a shame if people like you didn't come to us to cheat Krypton. He also said that when the book is finished, it must go away.

So I twisted and twisted, and I wrote only three more.

Uncle Police, this is what happened. You have to believe me!