"Not here either!"

The people behind shouted one after another, Bu Ye finally felt relieved, and several uncles came to Du Sanhui and squatted down and shouted: "Uncle Du?!"

Du Sanhui should be in a coma that is dying and unconscious, and his breathing is still so weak that he is not awake at all.

"Uncle Du?!" After shouting, Bu Ye simply reached out and grabbed Du Sanhui's shoulder and pinched it hard.

"Oh……"

Du Sanhui let out a light breath and finally raised his head slightly.

His eyes were gone, and his empty eyes looked extremely scary. However, at this time, he could still laugh. He could only hear him say in an inaudible voice: "Liang Xiong... I will not let you go even if I become a ghost..."

PS: As a six-year writer, I saw someone in the book review area posting "The book is good, but there are still shortcomings in some places. This is a common problem for newcomers. If you look down on me, please add XXXX to help you improve." I really have the urge to find him to PK in real person. However, what followed was deep self-blame and sadness. Self-blame is because my family allowed me to make a career in typing after graduation, but I still achieved nothing and failed them. The sadness is because of my current "super high" popularity. If it weren't for the popularity that was so terrible, how could someone come to the book review area to post an advertisement that lies with my eyes open and makes me feel so humiliated? If it were in the book review area of ​​those great gods, such posts would not exist at all. If you have a brain-like mind, you might go to the great god to say something like "Newcomers' common problem, add Q, and I will teach you" like this.

Friends, I feel that I have nothing now, only a sick body (or I wouldn’t have written a protagonist with cancer), and then, you are the only ones.

Your support for me is the only support I can get except my family.

On this road, I was confident but confused. When I last book, I said that if this book was not popular, it would be the last one. I want to say now that it is indeed the case. I will write this book "The Strongest Constellation" as the last book. Even if it is not popular, it will give the pen name Ying Mo a wonderful end.

Please bubbling in the comment area. It is said that there are some people in TB, so you can go there if you are used to going there. Discuss the plot direction, guess what kind of writers will appear, or share what the writers in your hearts are like, and what the high-level zodiac signs you imagine are like. I can even get inspiration from them and use them in the book. If you want, I can also indicate that the inspiration is derived from so-and-so.

There is one thing that can most intuitively reflect my current situation. Three years ago, when I wrote a new book, my girlfriend rushed to make a cover for me, but now, she doesn't even ask questions. I don't blame her, I disappointed her. I can't afford to stay in a distant dream, but how can she afford to spend it? The fact is that I can't afford to spend it either. My body is not as good as before, and I still keep tinnitus. I'm like two never-tiring cicadas living in my ears, calling out day and night... Taking this opportunity, I sincerely thank Lao 8, who I met in "The Poor" bar. If it weren't for him, our book wouldn't have a cover yet.

Friends, even if I have Van Gogh’s talent, I don’t want to be Van Gogh because he was so miserable when he was alive.
Chapter completed!