It’s Lonely to Be Invincible

　　 Someone said that the previous testimony seemed to be too long, so let's take a heart.

Hey! It has been two years since I wrote a book. From the street to the present, I walked step by step with great emotion.

　　 Nowadays, life is forced, and every day I eat and spend the day, and I am in great pain.

　　Lower back pain, kidney pain, stomach pain, headache, hand pain, leg pain, eye pain, to be honest, it is pain everywhere. It belongs to writing a book and has been ill.

　　 But I still insist, because I want to change, I don’t want to eat soil anymore, I want to eat rice.

　　 So I hope everyone will subscribe and give me endless motivation when they are on the shelf, I want to turn over, I want to become a god, I don’t want to see the big gods mouth full of greasy mouth, and my mouth is the day of the ground.

　　 I want to become a **** and become a greasy mouth.

At each party and at checkout, the gods took out their expensive wallets, which were full of red banknotes, and I touched my pockets and touched the pockets. At last, there were only a few silver steel prisms. The gods looked at me In the eyes, I felt humiliated, and I swear, I must become a pocket, that is, the existence of a pile of red banknotes.

　　 So old folks, let me be like this.

　　 When I yearn for the gods, I don't want to live in the mud.

　　Okay, this testimony is really heartfelt.