Dimensional Eroders

Today, I feel very tired for no reason, my mind is haggard, and I have no intention of typing. The brain told me that it wanted to run away from home and be a corpse of salted fish.

Probably because the update was too hard during this time, and the fatigue kept accumulating in the dark. Finally reached the limit today, pop! Broken the line.

The power of the prehistoric salted fish in the body spewed out like a dam breaking, sweeping the whole body, completely lying on the corpse, escaping into the mental retardation, sublimating the soul, and being at ease.

So take a leave of absence and rest for the night, and fight again tomorrow!

what! I'm really going to die, I'm going to die... Let me die for a while, dissipate the salty fish gas, and be resurrected on time tomorrow.

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