No One Read the Articles I Wrote, but They Were Taken by the Aliens Who Came to the Earth to Hang Out.

I wrote a novel called "My Master is a Plasma Hair Dryer". Pounce on collection 1, read 2 (one of them is myself, the other one I don't know) Prepare to mess up. As a result, an alien traveled through a wormhole overnight to block the door of my house, and strangled my neck with eight tentacles: "If you don't finish writing, I will change the earth into a cultivator, and you will be whipped with a mop every day!" It really worked - the next day my local dog would form pills, magic grass would grow on the neighbor's balcony, and the street lights in the city would dance in the middle of the night... Concept: The stars reflect the light of the sun. At night, people can recognize the stars. Thank you for seeing me.