Apocalyptic Forecast

Goo goo goo goo.

Goo Goo, Goo, Goo!

Cuckoo?

Goo goo ~ goo? !

Coo ...

Okay, I can't go any further, I was going to goose another three thousand words to pretend to be dead ... But I have no courage to cheer everyone up.

From noon to now, I wrote more than a thousand words. After thinking about it, I still do n’t send it. It is not difficult to irrigate, but it is not worth the effort to fill up the plot that I have been thinking for so long.

Due to the turning point of the plot, this plot is relatively okay, but I promise to resume the update speed of the past soon, and then start to explode orz

That thing, it's the last day of the month ... Good brother, do you still have tickets?