And a black ball has also entered the ghost snake's mouth.

The ghost snake chewed it and swallowed it.

Immediately, a strong twisted look appeared in the little snake's eyes, and even the tip of its tail curled up regardless of the pain.

If it could speak and curse, Ghost Snake would have already cursed loudly.

Damn it, this thing is so painful!

It’s so painful that I’ll have the next life...

The medicine dissipates.

The ghost snake felt the benefits, and the injuries all over his body were recovering quickly.

After a long time...

The ghost snake is jumping around on the ground alive.

He often turned around to look at the place on his back where it had just broken.

The little eyes are full of incredible taste.

Is it really... that it healed so quickly? Not even a trace?

No feeling at all?

so amazing……

Finally, Feng Yin felt that there was no movement outside, and finally pointed his finger on the root of the big tree.

This time, it’s enlightenment!

One complete time, complete input.

The big tree was so excited that the complete power of the great avenue rushed into the body like a tsunami, filling every capillary root.

"Have a good time growing up...don't show off before this battle is over."

Wind prints slapped the tree trunks.

The capillary roots of the big tree are constantly twisting in response.

knew.

Must follow.

"We are destined in the future, and maybe there will be a day when we meet again."

Feng Yin stood up, hugged Feng Ying and supported the little snake: "Let's go find trouble in Zhizun Mountain!"

…………

[I'll write a chapter and I'll count it as yesterday. I can't change today's leave. After all, I have to ask for leave next year...]

Speaking of drinking, hey, let me say something shameless: I have two major hobbies in my life, one is writing books, and the other is drinking. If one day I die because of the word drinking, I feel that it will not be a surprise.

But there is really no other way. Firstly, I want to drink. Secondly... the reason is that sometimes when I write a manuscript for a day and lie down to sleep, my brain nerves are extremely active, I can't sleep, and I suffer from severe neurasthenia. Drinking a little wine can make you feel better quickly.

sleep……

Third time... As long as I start reading, I basically work all year round. Although it is my chosen profession, it is boring and uncomfortable. There is no other fun. By the time we finished writing, everyone had finished eating.

what else can we do……

I can't live without you now. The most social activities on weekdays are hanging out in groups. The real social circle is basically isolated from the world except for a few comrades. If one day I don't hang out in groups and there are no readers, I don't know how to survive. Just those few things.

We play together every day, even if they are free, and I am worried that they will piss me off.

So, what can be done?

If you like writing books, you can’t give up. If you like drinking, you can’t give up.

So... wherever you live, wherever you write, wherever you write, wherever you drink, wherever you drink, wherever you die.

Just wish me a happy August 1st.
Chapter completed!