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I just downloaded the old version of The Impossible World and discovered something. From this, I guess that readers are still voting for recommendations, and not all of them are robots.
As shown in the picture
This is last month’s recommendation vote, ranked eleventh (I don’t think the robot will be so kind as to let my book on the street be ranked so high / Dog Head /)
This is last week’s recommendation vote, ranked sixth (it’s shocking, there are so many! I always thought no one voted for me/cry/)
(So, is it because of this that the book has a chance to be recommended for copyright on the eight-station WeChat official account?)
Having said that, I really have to thank all the people who gave me a recommendation vote.
(This is just your guess...)
Thank you for that! /Hmph/
(/you win/)
I don’t know if this latest chapter can be distributed in this old version, but I’ll give it a try anyway.
(It’s less than three hundred words, sister!)
Then it’s not impossible for me to post it tomorrow!
I'm a little excited, but I can't come up with a thousand words, what should I do? Waiting online, urgent!
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It’s 01:11 on December 6th. I’m so excited that I want to sleep. (I’ll post it tomorrow morning)
Oh no, I want to publish it now!
(Not enough words)
Let’s join in the small theater ~
(oh?)
Just wait and see!
(If you are so diligent in writing novels, then...)
Ahem, dividing line dividing line!
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A long time ago, there was an old man. How old was he? No one knew, everyone only knew that he was very old.
On this day, the old man was dragging his body along the roadside with his crutches. The sudden horse's hooves passed by him on the yellow sand.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."
The old man was choked by the yellow sand and ash and couldn't stop coughing. His fair and thin hands with raised veins were shaking a little.
"Retribution, you will receive retribution..." The old man sighed and started coughing again.
It took him a long time to regain his breath. However, before the old man could move again, another pile of yellow sand came towards him accompanied by the sound of horse hooves.
"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem... If a tiger doesn't show off its power, how can it really think that I'm a sick cat?" The old man was so angry that he cursed.
Then, holding his breath and concentrating, he swept it with his hand - Nuo was a big piece of yellow sand and dust, and then he ran like crazy after the horse's hooves!
The horse's back, head, tail and other places were covered with yellow sand and dust, and the coughs came one after another, which was very pleasant to the ears.
"Damn it! Why did you put this ash in your mouth?!" A rich voice cursed through the yellow sand.
"Ouch!" Another voice was shriller, "My general, don't open your mouth to speak again! Otherwise, you will have to eat a mouthful of dust again!"
"It went into my mouth, and I couldn't--bah, bah, bah!" The general fell silent before he could finish his words.
The old man said "Hey" and continued to walk slowly along the roadside with his cane. When he was happy, he shook his head and sang a tune...
After the old man walked away, a voice came out from where he had been standing: "Is this old man quite naughty?"
"Okay, okay!" the person with the thin voice spoke again, "Didn't you, the little naughty boy, tease him first?"
"What's wrong with a little naughty boy teasing an old naughty boy?" the general said and raised his black lancet-like eyebrows.
The thin voice was extremely helpless: "The old man's skill is better than yours, he can hear what we say..."
"What? It's my fault! Didn't you tell me earlier?" The general was so anxious when he heard this!
"You didn't even ask, old man~"
"Return, return, what a piece of shit! Come on, I don't care about it anymore!"
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The number of words is enough, I don’t know what I wrote.
(I don’t want to know anything else, just what does “black eyebrow” mean?)
Ahem, black eyebrows, thick eyebrows.
(…)
Go to bed early everyone, have a sweet dream! (Just read the above text for daily insights)
Chapter completed!