Chapter 910
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Ten days was a long plot. There were many points that I liked, many points that I had prepared for a long time, and many parts that I would get excited when I looked at the outline.
I liked Lin Banshan's phone, Lin Banshan's shoulders, Lin Banshan's arrogance, Lin Banshan's gifts, and him as a person.
I liked the picture that the female anchor received. I liked that the president in the picture was a man of character. I liked the dark horse head on the bed. I liked that the director who received the dark horse head was a fan of the Godfather's novels.
I liked the old clockmaker and the young girl, Azila. That was the feeling of the city of war that the parrot wrote down in Shi Hang's excerpt. Although it was short, it had to have some. I liked the old clockmaker's words. A happy person only needed to do one thing, and that was to live.
I liked that whether it was Xiong Linquan or Xu Le, both of them accidentally helped the Empire's young girl, who had the right and reason to live, and really lived.
Of course, I liked the reunion of Xu Le and Group 7 the most. I was really happy to write that chapter. New wine in an old bottle. I've said it many times before. This time, it was the first time. Why did Xiao Feng have to stab himself in the chest with an arrow and fight with the old brothers of the Beggar Sect? I didn't want to.
I also liked how Gu Xifeng and Da Vinci had gone through life and death together. To be honest, I had been accumulating murderous intent for the past ten days just to kill Da Vinci. After thinking about it, I decided to stand on the side of the people and let Xu Le slap him awake. Yes, there were already too many deaths in our world. There were also too many stories of spies. It would be warmer if this son of a governor who had yet to marry Gao Lou's sister didn't die.
There was no need to say much about promises and bets. Compared to the hardworking writers beside me, if I dared to say that I was tired, I would be showing my cheap side and asking for a beating. But I have always been confident that I have a good character, and I spent two years seriously writing this story. I am very satisfied that I didn't waste my life.
I will take a short break, and then I may stop writing. When I come back, I will continue to work on this story with you. In a few more days, I will end these two years.
At such a sour time, do I still need to ask for monthly votes?
Yes, I still want monthly votes.
Good night, people of the spies. Good night, people of the spies.
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(Casually written, it's too f * cking emotional. How ridiculous. But the chapter title is still beautiful.)
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