Chapter 986
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It was the end of the month, and Old D was asking for monthly votes, subscriptions, gifts, recommendations …
Old D had said that he didn't like to talk about his personal affairs in his books. Now, he had to say that Old D wasn't an Earthling, but a mage from Myers Continent. Unfortunately, I was sent to this technological plane by the teleportation array. The magic string dissipated, and I couldn't go home.
Was there anything worse than this? Yes!
Old D faced a serious problem. As an anti-transmigrator, Old D didn't have an ID, household register, or any other proof of identity. If it weren't for the 11th sister-in-law, Old D would have been escorted out of the country, and how could he still write books …
Old D wanted to live with the 11th sister-in-law, so he had to become an Earthling. Everyone can understand, right?
It wasn't easy to hide all day and write tens of thousands of words a day. Was there anyone who had a harder time than me in the entire starting point? My hometown was separated from Earth by at least five crystal wall systems. I couldn't go back, so I could only stay and take root like a dandelion.
Now, Old D had a chance to become a legal citizen. Things went like this —
During the Spring Festival, a group of Americans smuggled into China. More than a hundred of them were locked in a container, and one of them survived. He was Chinese. However, his luck wasn't good. He suffered from claustrophobia and committed suicide. However, no one knows about this yet. I've already contacted someone and got his ID. Now, all that's left is the problem of his appearance.
Old D needed to have plastic surgery to become this person.
Life was always stranger than fiction. This was my problem. Plastic surgery required a lot of money. Moreover, Old D didn't dare to have plastic surgery in China. Not to mention that there were records of it, everyone still remembered what happened last year. He had plastic surgery until he died …
Old D wanted to go to Korea for plastic surgery. He was now in the northeast, so it was still very close.
Old D was so honest. Who would admit that they had plastic surgery now?
Everyone, don't worry. Even if Old D went for plastic surgery, he wouldn't stop updating. As long as everyone's monthly votes, subscriptions, and gifts could hold up, Old D would continue writing books blindly.
That was roughly it. Old D [Bow to thank everyone for their support] ([] is reproduced without responsibility, source unknown)
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