Legend of the Great Saint

Currently participating in a starting event, yesterday came to Shanghai, today changed to Xinchang, the set plot was overturned once more, and the new plot was redrawn. Yesterday I stayed in the hotel almost one afternoon, and I asked how many words I had, and I said "one sentence”. Well, I overestimated myself, and this sentence had to be deleted again.

The feeling of my words is like the breathing of a critically ill patient. The only way to guarantee survival is in an isolated intensive care room. The survival itself has depleted the spirit. There is some disturbance in the outside world, and the feeling of being out of breath.

But for the time being, I'm not going to apologize. It's 120,000 words. It's not the end of the month yet. I still hope! Still in the group today. I basically did what I promised, like more tomorrow, more today.

As for the vague words that I want to update steadily, it's not really true that I often think the next scene will be relatively smooth, with a relatively complete outline, but soon you will discover that this kind of thing that has half a day to think about for the next half of the month is not suitable for me at all, and it would be ugly to follow the outline.

After my precision, I am currently updating 48,000 words, and I am still 72,000 words away. I will probably update more than 6,000 words every day in the future. Well, I haven't tried this kind of updating rhythm, 2,000 words a day, and I don't think I can help.

One more day tomorrow, the event is almost over, and then it's time to move on. Am I not sure if the coffin won't shed tears!