Chapter 61 Remarks on the launch (on the shelves tomorrow)
Well, it will be on the shelves tomorrow...
The thing is like this.
About two months ago, I was chatting with an author. Let’s call him R for now.
Brain convulsions · Cloud Hammer · Being deleted from the clan · Being stunned by the tenth version of the index rules · Me: How about I write about Boss Pi?
R: Write, write, write.
After that, our conversation became:
Me: How does this start? Do you have any suggestions? orz
R: If there is a problem, please update it quickly.
Me: I feel like I can’t sign, I’m too bad
R: Come on! you can!
Me: Hahahahaha, coding is so happy hahaha
R: Written by Perturabo.jpg
Me: R, you are so kind qaq
R: Wrong, I am a bad R. Jie Jie Jie.
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In short, thank you to the great R. Without him, this novel would not exist, and I would not be tortured by the four thousand word target every day. Let’s call on R God, R Gate!
The next step is to enter the self-reflection phase. I will first give a self-criticism of the name of the dish: incomprehensible, stream of consciousness, literary, redundant, lots of nonsense and riddles, the plot is boring, the rhythm is a mystery, and some plots Excessive and tiring to watch...
Then look forward to the future. The ending must be a win for humans. The process probably includes weird things such as talking, learning and singing; looking forward to the end.
Then enter the thank you section:
"The way I see it," 107 Steel Soul said in a broken voice, "we have a knife to cut the wallpaper, and here is his 40k: Midnight Blade, this is Night Talk, and here is Warhammer: I Don't Want to Be Stinky can, here are Salty Fish Brother and Malcador, here are Daspingen and the False God and the Son of Evil, here is the lovely Adhera with his 40k: Star of Colchis and Reading the Black Book Pavilion, here is Nanaya Shou, and here is what he wrote about Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana, next to them are Wat Through Everything and Warhammer: The Purple Phoenix of Nirvana, and Custodian Commander Pussycat, and his Warhammer: Golden Dream , the one possessed by insects, the emperor's daughter of red sand, and the Huolin River under the moon, and his war hammer: in the name of ashes, and the ice cave seal, who wrote that the retired savior fell to the hammer forty thousand It’s not retirement, there’s the White Cousin there, and there’s the Glory Queen... They are here, they were here, and they will be here.”
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<. br>Finally, the author V made a first order, which helped him to have a dream of being able to pay for the whole army of pit sheets, Harlequin OEM and Chagatai Khan OEM in the second half of the year. Thank you, Nagash bless you () (End of this chapter)