I really don't want to make a statement, but I really can't help it. I'm in a bad condition these days. I don't know whether I have heatstroke or what. I have diarrhea, I don't say. My eyes are also painful and red. This situation directly affects my writing. I haven't written it today. It's because it takes more than a thousand words to make a statement. I'm helpless. Maybe some friends will say it I have a lot to do. Ha ha (in bitterness and laughter) I'm really sorry...

"you..." As soon as the immortal saw it, he said it for a long time, but it played the opposite...