Returning From Level 900

November is finally over.

If there is one key word this month, it should be haggard.

If there is a second one, it can be self-impressed.

No one should be able to see that I kept updating in the last week with a cold, fever, headache, rhinitis, sneezing, conjunctivitis, tears, tonsillitis and bronchitis.

I was really afraid that I had been caught by the virus, but fortunately, the test results were normal.

Allow me to applaud my great body for three seconds.

Half a month ago, my wife was sick and I could take a day off to take care of her.

But if you are sick, you can resist.

I couldn't resist, so I gnashed my teeth and typed on the keyboard with a determination to prepare to die.

I never want to be a miserable person, and I don't like to talk to everyone about something.

I even despise those **** who are pretentious when they are sick.

I am a man, as long as I am not dead, I can continue to work, I am afraid of hanging!

Every time a single chapter is issued to ask for leave, it is because things are too bad, and I am afraid that the sudden break will make everyone disappointed, so I give advance notice.

Like I said before, I really hate taking time off.

Especially taking time off because of illness seems like a kind of giving up and surrender.

Give up holding on to your dreams.

and surrender to the devil.

If the big men live like this, what face is there to speak of.

A man will always be a creature that can even take his life for face.

So in November, I took leave because my wife was sick.

But I was sick and I didn't even say a word.

I know, I'm sure I'll make it through.

No advance notice of vaccination is required.

Like this moment, on the first day of December, if I hadn't written the monthly summary and chatted with everyone, no one would have known that this man was holding a tissue every day for the past week, sneezing with tears in his face, tingling in the back of his head and back muscle spasms. My eyes were so swollen that I couldn't open them, but I kept writing from day to night.

If anyone who doesn't know it sees this picture and thinks that Lao Tzu wrote a story and made himself cry!

Fortunately.

All is well now.

By the end of November, the disease was almost better.

Next December let us officially enter the closing period.

If there is no accident, this book will be finished in early January. The number of words is in the early 1 million words. The outline can only be done so much.

To be honest, it is a pity that ~www.wuxiahere.com~ will be on the shelves in the month, and the manuscript fee will be collected in September.

It only takes four months to earn full credit.

The next book may not be able to earn that much.

Who doesn't like money?

It's a pity that there are no more outlines later, hard water loses character.

Or honestly follow the plan and write, at least not let yourself look down on yourself.

Thank you for your tolerance.

Even if I write like **** when I'm sick, you guys are still willing to pay to read it, it's as kind as an angel!

The ending is the highest plot of the whole book. All the foreshadowings will have answers, and all the foreshadowings are also released here. This is the plot that I have been looking forward to since the beginning of the book, and I believe it will not disappoint everyone.

It also corresponds to what I said when I put it on the shelf.

There is a beginning and an end.