Lord of Douluo

Chapter 430 The author is dead, you sprayed him to death, idol!
The next one is postponed indefinitely, and I don’t know if there will be a next one, after all, I’m a noob, hahaha.

To be honest, as a novice, I don't have any writing skills, and I don't have the patience and enthusiasm to polish myself.

After so many chapters of water, to be honest, I admire myself, and I would like to call myself "the emperor of true water!"

Air thought about it carefully, it seems that this book was opened when I was in school (I can’t remember the exact year).

At that time, my brain was hot. Now that I think about it, the speed of ten chapters a day has completely refreshed my understanding of "water". (Wronged).

Of course, I am also very grateful to the book friends who supported me later, including those who sprayed me. Although I no longer read book reviews due to various reasons, gradually, I found that I was not simply lazy to read.

It's because the author is also a normal person when he was sprayed at the beginning. Once the fear is formed, it is not so easy to get out of the shadows.

Knowing that being sprayed will not have any substantial impact on him, and even knowing that being sprayed will only contribute traffic to himself, but...

Well, it's still hard.

All in all, probably because I really like it, or maybe it’s because I’m cheap. This book is a bad start for the air, and it’s also a big hole I dug for myself. After I finished it, I filled it back with soil, and I almost didn’t bury myself alive. .

A rare lesson, it sounds like I have learned experience, but this lesson is a bit too profound, so that my hands always seem to be out of control (more and more typos)
It's been a long time since the end, but the author still can't find the original enthusiasm, and I don't know if I still have the courage to write the next book...

Constantly denying myself, telling myself that these are all excuses, lazy, cowardly, forced by life...

They are all excuses, maybe what is lacking is just the courage to face the future and face life.

Well, ahem, although it is a belated ending, I still have to explain (sophistry), step into the society, and start working part-time. After all, there is no mine at home. If you don’t work part-time, you will have no food.

I also thought about doing this all the time, but it is too difficult for me, a young man who has just stepped into the society, to sit at home and code words all day long. Maybe I should experience the beatings and ravages of the society , and finally wake up, the code words are really fragrant...

…Hahaha, but the reality is that maybe I need to experience more accumulation and precipitation before I can finally create a work that satisfies me and allows everyone to support me with peace of mind.

Instead of blindly begging for a monthly pass...

Although I am miserable, at least the world is not rotten, is it?
With hard work, time, and passion, life will always pay off, and if it doesn't, it just means you haven't tried hard enough.

I have seen Joaquin Phoenix and Heath Ledger's clowns, and imitated the desperate laughter of laughing epilepsy.

Suddenly, I realized that maybe, life is really not as bad as I thought, but I am not qualified to be respected by this world.

How cruel the reality is, when you really defeat him, you will discover how beautiful the world is.

Stop talking, the manager is back... (whispers bb)
(End of this chapter)