My Items Can Level Up

I just came out of prison. In 2007, I was in a bar. Someone at the table opposite me whistled at her and asked her to drink with me. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed me. It lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, the streets were full of people praying to Buddha. The lonely sandbank was cold and so on. After fifteen years, things have changed and people have changed. She came to see me once last year. She told me that she was getting married. I didn't tell her about the commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I had farmed, raised pigs and made clothes. My heart had long since calmed down. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. I was very happy and happy. It's time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was that 15 years ago, the streets were familiar and the scenes were familiar, but I just couldn't find the familiar person. In the dream, I I woke up crying, and the past cannot be taken back. What is left now is just nostalgia. I am already in my 30s, and suddenly I feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking wine and smoking alone, not knowing the way forward. The night before her wedding, I secretly came to her house and saw the words posted on the window of her house. I smoked, and soon it was daybreak. I heard the sound of car horns and firecrackers in the distance. I knew that the wedding car was coming to pick her up. She was going to be someone else's bride today. She looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car. The firecrackers went off and the car drove away. I was still in the convoy. Followed by, suddenly the phone rang, it was a text message from her, don't send it, I will be yours in the next life, okay? Forget me, I cried heartbreakingly that day, and soon after, she told me that she saw me squatting downstairs smoking non-stop that day, she also cried - I didn't sleep, I have no regrets anymore, success or failure, life or death, life is too short, so why should I be obsessed with a result? The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my phone. The phone is out of battery and I can't continue editing.

One chapter is only 8 pages long, are you still a human being?

I'll give you all the money. More

I just can't vote out the eleven votes I have!

Originally, I wanted to update the American comic, but after reading this book, I just wanted the author to update the book quickly.

Strange. After looking at the author's information, this book has better results than the previous one. The number of fans is already 230,000. Can this be a eunuch? The framework has been written out, and the follow-up writing is not difficult. The author just needs to capture what the readers of the book want to see. What readers want to see is all kinds of strange items and the pleasure of subsequent upgrades. Just write around this. The plot is also written based on items. It's not difficult.

I can have the tickets, can I get more 🥺🥺

What kind of academic system do you want? Just get some smart drugs. Buy some to deepen your memory. Strengthen it to more than ten levels. Why don't you just become Einstein?

It doesn't matter whether you look like it or not, the important thing is to be handsome 😏

The author needs to understand what the readers want to see. What they want to see is the high level of science and technology, the improvement of farming skills, the protagonist's rise to the top, and the headwinds that determine the outcome, rather than a plot with no real level of realism such as a battle between students.