Devil’s Son-in-Law

The year of the zodiac year was really bad, and in the first month came a disembarkation horse.

I haven't been so sick in a long time. I've experienced what it means to be “sick as a mountain fall”. Heavy cold, fever, and gastrointestinal inflammation. As if I had agreed to greet you all together. Each meal can only be served with noodles, white rice, or at most some ungreased cabbage. For someone without meat, this is just another form of torture besides pain. I couldn't help but sneak a little sautéed meat silk with green pepper, and I saw instant stomach ache at night... plus the child was sick during this time, really hard wife.

Thanks to the attention of your bookmates, you've had the toughest of days, but you're not healed yet. It's called "sick as a smoke”. I just don't want to interrupt the writing feeling, I'm afraid I'll lose that kind of enthusiasm and emotion.

As you all know, the book's revenues are not ideal, and theoretically it should be quickly cut off, quickly ended, and then a new book hit the list to rank MONEY, but it has been “dragged” to more than two million words. Of course, these two million words of water injection geometry, dragging geometry, are best judged by your bookmates.

Despite my ill health, slow pace and limited level, this book will continue to be “dragged” because I really put my feelings into it and wanted to write it through.

Starting tomorrow (Saturday), gradually resume the update. I have written down the rewards of several friends. I will add more in the future. As for the number of days interrupted, please understand.

Whatever happens in the future, I want to be with all my friends, accompanying the characters in the book until the true end of the story.