Shen Yin Wang Zuo

The day in February of 2004, I started writing, the first one, a less mature but truly emotional Son of Light, remember? It was your support that brought me one step at a time.

Today is June 1, 2012, turning back, it seems that a whole hundred months have passed, the time is running out, a hundred months, as if I have never been more. Looking at the more than 25 million words in the collection, looking at that folder, you can't help but have a tearful urge.

Remember those names? "Son of Light", "Madness", "Good Reaper", "Only Me", "Sky Speed Star Mark", "Ice Fire Magic Chef", "Zodiac Guardian God", "Qin Emperor", "Douluo Continent", "Wine God", "Heavenly Pearl Change", "Divine Seal Throne".

Twelve names, twelve dedicated to me for eight years, almost all of them for the last eight years.

My nose is a little sour and my eyes are a little blurred. Eight years of sweet and sour spiciness is only known to me. Experienced with high fever of 40 degrees and the process of accompanying the wife during childbirth. A hundred months of constant devotion is a moment when the tight thread in your heart never dares to relax.

If I could really cross, back eight years ago, I don't know if I had the courage to do it again.

Thank you, for the past eight years, for supporting me step by step, when updating became a habit, when responsibility was greater than anything else, I was thirty-one years old. And it was this month that I would have my second child. The youth of the past has become an uncle of your age.

I don't know how long I can keep track of it, but I'll do what I can. A lot of people have asked me, what is the purpose of writing a book? My answer is simple, I just want my readers to have a relaxing journey in the middle of their stressful work and learning. I don't need you to remember anything, just to be able to bring you a bit of happiness when you look at my work.

I love you, and I put more love into you than my family, and for eight years, you've been all I have. I thank you. Without your support, there would be no current Don Gate, and even less of today's Tang family. It was you who gave me this insistence, this obsession. My luckiest thing is that you can walk with me. All I can do for you is show you me every day, never worry about updates.

For a hundred months, 25 million words, an average of 3 million a year, I don't know if anyone will reach it in the future, but it should be an ancient one. Maybe someone wrote more than I did, but a hundred months never interrupted a day, and it should be just me. As I said the other day when I was filming a promotional film for Grand Literature: I am unique in my talent, I am the Third Major of the Tang family. Thank you again to all the Tangmen brothers and sisters for their support.

Tang Gan's 100th month, I hope this month belongs to us, Six more have been sent, ask for the month ticket. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)