Alright, it was actually a speech!
Tonight at twelve o'clock.
I know what it means. I will lose a portion of my readers and a portion of my book friends.
However, there was nothing he could do about it. After all, society was realistic.
In my opinion, novels are my job. If I don't even have a job, how can I eat?
Perhaps some readers might find it a little exaggerated, but the Bookworm should know a little about it.
To put it nicely, we're authors.
Before you become famous, you are just a writer.
Xiao Mo was the same. He relied on typing a few words to make a living.
Don't look at the great gods like Potato, Tomato, Tang San, and Dong Ge as being very glorious. One must know that their rise had trampled many authors under their feet.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that a general's achievements were accomplished by ten thousand bones, right?
Little Mo didn't want to bite off more than he could chew. He just wanted to fill his stomach and let his family know that this job could also earn money.
I'll take it. I feel very sorry for the readers who have lost their readers.
But…
Xiao Mo will also reflect on himself. Perhaps it's because my writing isn't good enough or attractive enough that you guys left.
At least, all of you supported me.
Xiao Mo was very grateful to the readers who stayed behind!
You guys are my parents. Don't look at how little a few cents are for a few downloads. A single spark can start a prairie fire.
With the little he accumulated, he could feed Xiao Mo.
Therefore, Xiao Mo shamelessly asked for a quote. After all, it was something that cost money, and Xiao Mo couldn't force everyone.
Since he had already requested for a membership, Xiao Mo would tell everyone about the update.
Xiao Mo would update 10 chapters, 1000 followers, 15 chapters, 5000 tips, and 20 chapters per day. Xiao Mo would make up for the excess later on.
Please lend me a hand!
Xiao Mo was extremely grateful and sincerely thanked everyone.
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Actually, there was nothing he could do about it.
Sometimes, the most important thing for a person was to live. The second most important thing was to live. The third most important thing was to still be alive!
And in an environment like mine, living sometimes becomes an extravagant hope.
You guys are looking down at hell from heaven, and I'm looking up at heaven from hell. I'm trying to reach out my hand and let us get closer.
Although they could not touch heaven, they could at least close the distance between them.
They sang in hell, thanked each other in hell, loved each other in hell, and killed each other in hell.
Then, we surrounded each other with tears and stabbed each other's chests with daggers, not for anything else, but for that faint trace of gratitude.
The world of novels is my fetters.
Your sky is my fantasy.
Only birds with wings can know the meaning of the sky.
But I know
The one who gave me these wings...
It's you guys!
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