The pancake is still a little warm.

On the mountainside, firelight was lingering, snowflakes were slowly flying, and the flowing blood had begun to condense, looking so strange and deep,

Gu Zhan sat among the corpses on the ground, slowly took a bite of the pancake and chewed it. Under the night, with the sky full of firelight behind him and his body surrounded by broken limbs, he looked very lonely.

Just then,

On the stone steps at the foot of the mountain,

Suddenly a figure appeared, walking up step by step,

It's a man with a grimace mask on his face,

The sword with a blood-red luster in his hand can be called a sword, because if you look closely, the sword is just an iron lump. The hilt is normal, but the blade is very irregular.

When it comes to a sharp sword blade, it can't even be called a blade.

But Gu Zhan thought that sword was very good.

Because, at this time, his horizontal sword was almost the same as that sword.

And his knife was made entirely from cutting people. After cutting too many people, the blade seemed to have been beaten countless times, and was beaten into an iron knot.

And the sword in the hand of the ghost-faced masked man is the same,

Gu Zhan is very experienced,

Therefore, he could tell at a glance,

It was chopped off by someone.

The man in black walked up step by step. With every step he took, he could feel the pressure between heaven and earth getting stronger.

Gu Zhan still ate the fried pancake in a leisurely manner,

It takes about half a cup of tea to touch,

The man in the mask with a grimace came up,

Gu Zhan sat on the steps above, looking down at the masked man with a grimace, and said slowly: "If I guessed correctly, you should be Qi Baiyu."

The man in the ghost mask tilted his head stiffly, then slowly took off the mask, revealing a handsome but strange face, and made a strange sound from his mouth:

"Finally...meet..."

Hey, I've been blinded by those silver and gold alliances these days, and instantly turned into lemon essence, so I decided to ask my brother Meng, is there any boss who needs a pendant or something? Hehe, if not, I'll pass it on

Ask again in a few days, haha!

Let’s get back to the point, let me explain it to my brother,

It’s not that I haven’t saved my manuscripts and haven’t published them. I really haven’t saved them. I’ve always written the manuscripts from the previous day to the next day, and I keep pushing them like this. Occasionally, I save some manuscripts, and I always do a two-in-one publication.

Zhang, I write books to make money. How could I not publish the many manuscripts I have? If I don’t love coding, how can I not love money? Right, haha!

In addition, I personally lack writing skills. I often don’t dare to write too much. I can’t grasp the rhythm. I am really afraid that I will collapse if I am not careful. Just like my last book, it collapsed after 700,000 words.

I cried to death in the toilet!

Brother, you should support the genuine version more. I am going to get a wife and I am very short of money. Hehe!
Chapter completed!