You are all my wings

Every time I look back the book, I looked at the miserable look, I am big.

Just want to say, all books are black history!

The last book "A boxing of life and death" should be the most miserable. At that time, I was busy in the day and night, and the story of the plot came to the key node. At 4 o'clock in the morning, I woke up. I found that I didn't know how to slaughter important people ... Momat, what is desperate?

That is desperate ... I finally collapsed, I didn't come back. I have discussed many times with my friends. I finally decided to put it back, first put the big plot round.

As for the "wings", it is the first attempt to come in so many years.

I wrote the outline for the first time. I will bet on a book for the first time. In the second half of the year, I have begun to write the idea of ​​this book, but I have not started writing.

I spent three months to think about the buildings and worldview buildings, and then the character setting of the story of the story, and whether these plots and settings have led to the hidden dangers of the plot crashes.

Just like this, I have prepared it, and I talked with my friends to make a plurality of plots, and finally I started to officially write it.

Before the official pen, I have basically performed the outline of the story of the book.

This is the first time I poured like a book, I can say that I have perfect all the preparations that I can do.

And gambling gambling my four years of experience, this time I perfectly avoided all the settings and plots that may lead to the crash, I will impossible for my book!

Well, I think it should be unlikely.

To be honest, the last fist is actually very good. If it is not too busy to update, it is estimated that it is estimated that he is estimated.

However, even if it came to collapse, there are also eight nine thousand all-in-one, and there is no problem with the mixed food.

But I still open a new book.

The psychological expectation of this book is half the "a punch" score, and there is a four or five thousand subscriptions to be almost satisfied.

Write this book, not to get how good results, I mainly want to finish the story that doesn't collapse, let the story of the story, then, then prove that I can also write a story.

This is all my pursuits.

Of course, now the "wings" grades are a bit more than my expectations. When the book is complete, I have never thought that the results will be so good.

This is probably the legendary heavens reward (laugh).

Tomorrow is the shelves, according to the practice, the shelves have to be exploded.

Well, I am planning five more, at least five.

As for how much it can be updated ... Uh ... This is what I can't hold my body.

As a written writer, the old readers know that I have never been sent, all of which write one chapter, each outbreak is temporarily updated.

At the most crazy, I wrote 20,000 words a day, burst more chapters, I have been going to my eyes to send a black finger to convulsive to stop ... Well, I will try to take a break in tomorrow, and see a few chapters.

Anyway five is at least, everyone will reward the monthly ticket and blade!

On the first day of the new book, everyone came to reward the monthly ticket and subscribe to the brush, my family edited, if the new book is first able to break 10,000, she is a maid ~~

Although I feel that the hope is not big, but maybe it's?

Everyone will brush the data! !

Birth for cute maid, give salute!

Chapter 85, the name of the senior

At 9:200 at night, the girl named Su Xiaoya just cleaned the room inside and outside.

Although Li Mu Bai's rental house is not big, the cleaning of the outside of the outside is still a lot of time.

Her body accidentally squatted dust, there were some sweat, and there was a little wolf.

However, when the girl stood in the middle of the living room, he still showed a joyful smile when he looked at the new house in front of the living room.

"The senior will definitely like it ..."

The girl is joys and says that she wipes the sweat of the forehead. She deeply sucking, I plan to wash your hands.

In order to clean the housing inside and outside, the girl is busy now from the afternoon.

Although Li Muhu is not a very embarrassing person, but the man's house is to say how clean and clean, the girl is serious, and it is really clean, and even the window is wiped several times. It is great to clean up.

When she is looking forward to Li Mu, maybe the senior will praise her ...

The girl thinks so, I can't help but show my shy smile.

However, the girl turned around, a dazzling flame suddenly rose the night sky.

Then, it is the second, the third ... a total of eight flames rise to the night sky, and it looks extremely eye-catching.

The girl couldn't help but glare, and the next consciousness looked at that direction.

"Where is ... outside the river?" The girl looked at the eight flames raised in the night sky, and the eyes were confused. "Is there a fireworks in the outside?"

However, very fast, the girl knows that it is not a firework.

Because the eight flames in the night sky have exploded, there is a dramatic flaming in the sky.

The blazing flame explosion is definitely not a fireworks.

The girl's eyes are full of confusion, and the next consciousness has come to the balcony, standing on the balcony overlooking the direction of the river.

Although there is a distance from the outside river, it is not far, if there is no city skyscraper, you can see the river of the river in the river.

Therefore, the girl will be particularly clear about the scene of the missile explosion in the sky.

She couldn't help but show the horrified expression, "I am so powerful ..."

This is the only idea in your mind.

She just marched the drama and heat released from the eight missiles, but did not want to think about the eight missiles in the night.

However, the next development is more than girls' expectations.

Because the missile flames gradually burned out of the sky, the girl intended to turn around and returned to the house, and suddenly a trombone sound suddenly came.

The sound of the speaker is too strong, so that it can be understood here in one kilometer.

I heard the moment of this sound, the smile on Su Xiaoya stiff.

She almost doubts her own ears.

Dear ... the name?