Reverend Insanity

It is my birthday and I thank you very much for your support and blessings. Thanks to Nightmare Twelve's allies, I will add another chapter for you in the near future.

I saw all your comments and was very touched. I really feel that this insistence has not been written in vain in the last six years and has been reported all the way. Thanks to friends like Nightmare Twelve.

Thank you Yuxin, thank Xi's ancestors and other congratulations and manipulation activities. But for some reason, birthday blessings are not turned on here. It doesn't matter, I'm really happy.

Ever since that shutdown, I've felt so small that I could write this book, like barely lighting an oil lamp in the dark. The wind comes from time to time in the dark, and I have to do my best to keep this little oil lamp from blowing out. Sometimes it hurts. Can't a big world have a tiny oil lamp? The Internet environment for freedom of speech, can't you tolerate the book "The Real Man"?

In recent times, I have become less and less inclined to be labeled by the three words Dark Text. Because of the theme of Magic Man, several levels have been gradually elevated. Now it's like a little oil lamp in the dark, it's light. Despite its faint light, it still shines on a number of people. Like you and me.