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Nine days of returning to the void is the beginning of killing and conspiracy...

It was a dark night and the wind was high, so I bent over my desk and wrote quickly. There is a poem to prove it, which says: A coir raincoat lights up the south of the Yangtze River. A little flash of light, ultimately an illusion. A touch of deep affection... Suddenly, murderous intent came towards me, and I couldn't dodge it. Oops... "Go away, stop writing about Zou Zou. Where is the introduction? When will it be due?" "Um, can we put the knife away first and talk to you if you have something to say?" I carefully pushed the blade away a little, feeling panicked. "Bullshit, either give me an introduction. Or I'll kill you?" I was heartbroken: "Young hero, spare your life, let me borrow the sword for you." "What for?" "I'm going to cross my neck and make a quick move, and save the introduction for later." Bang... "Ahem, help, I don't want the introduction..." I snorted, holding the knife, and squinted at the person in front of me. Hahaha, what a beautiful thought. Not finished, to be continued...