In the Primordial Era, I am the junior disciple of the Three Pure Ones.

I'm sorry, brothers!
I can’t finish writing!
There are still ninety days left before the postgraduate entrance examination. The number of students admitted to the postgraduate entrance examination this year has been reduced. I am in World War II again, and I still have a lot to learn. The pressure is quite high.

Still a little tired.

I can’t keep up one chapter a day, and sometimes my phone hits my face while I’m writing.

I no longer sleep at home at noon. I go to the study room to lie down and sleep for a while.

I told the editor that I was so close, could I make it up after I finish the postgraduate exam?
The editor advised me to start another book.

The straw that broke the camel's back.

I can’t write anymore!

In the future, there may be one chapter every two days, one chapter every three days, and one chapter every four days. Or even this book will be gone.

I feel terrible
I wrote so much foreshadowing before, and it took me a long time to think about how to get out of the frame, how to fill in the details, and how to write interestingly.

I still want to write slowly
Comrades who have hope for this book!You can raise it and see if it can be brought back to life.

I also understand those who just delete the book. After all, I am also a reader, and I hate bad books and eunuchs the most!
The evil dragon is myself!
But after all, I am not that kind of genius writer. I cannot support myself by writing. It is more important for me to take the postgraduate entrance examination and find a job.

I'm sorry ≥﹏≤ for betraying the trust that fellow Taoists have placed in me, and I beg you to be gentle in your thoughts.

(End of this chapter)