Qin Fangzhou left the crematorium and returned to the card house.

As soon as I entered the door, I found the chicken coop head sitting on the chair, with legs raised on the table, scratching the legs with one hand and carrying a bottle of wine in the other.

He held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and glanced at Qin Fangzhou: "Are you back?"

Qin Fangzhou nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he waved his hand.

"Don't talk, I'm very upset now and want to be quiet."

Qin Fangzhou shrugged indifferently, his eyes fell on the table, and there was a black envelope that had been opened.

The above line of words [The most handsome and coolest chicken master in the universe].

"You're in a bad mood, because of this?"

Qin Fangzhou tried to pick up the envelope, but the chicken coop head was rolled up with dead fish eyes, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to Qin Fangzhou.

It seems that Chicken Pot doesn't mind.

So, Qin Fangzhou picked up the envelope paper page and looked at it.

"The most handsome and coolest chicken in the whole universe.

I was beaten by you for three days and I didn't say anything.

Very, very, very sorry, I can only put aside the pen to the story about you and Qin Fangzhou for the time being.

But don't worry, this book has not lost to reputation, and everyone seems to like this story very much.

But unfortunately... this book was defeated by life.

I used Love to generate electricity for a month, hoping that the sales will have hope of perseverance, and orders can gradually improve.

However...the miracle did not happen.

But I don’t plan to give up on your story. In order to tell your story well, I designed a lot of things, so... In the future, I may write some more trendy books, accumulate enough readers, and have enough confidence to come back to write this book. At that time, I will write this book more refined and beautiful. Of course, if there is that day.

Actually, I originally planned to end it silently, but there are still many friends asking about it during this period, so I want to give an explanation.

The book subscription ratio is actually very good, but unfortunately, the reader base is too small. To put it bluntly, this book failed to rush out and let more people see it.

Here, I would like to thank my friends who have always supported this book.

Basically, those who see this are familiar faces.

Unfortunately, new faces have not increased much.

But luckily.

The familiar faces are always there.

So, sincerely bow and thank you! Bow, sorry!

Actually, I want to write this book more than anyone else. I have been writing novels for so many years before, and this style of book is what I want to write the most.

But unfortunately, the dream is full and the reality is embarrassing. Yes, if you don’t rhyme anymore, it’s embarrassing.

So, I plan to write some other books to achieve results, first gain a foothold, and wait until I have a reader foundation. If at that time, enough readers will notice this book.

Then, I will sing it one by one”

Seeing this, the content of the letter came to an abrupt end, and Qin Fangzhou frowned.

"What does this last sentence mean? What do you mean by one?

Chicken Pot spit out a smoke ring: "When he wrote this, I pressed his head and rolled on the letter."

Qin Fangzhou was full of doubts: "So, who is this person, what is the order comparison, what..."

"Don't ask."

Chicken Potou gulped and drank a sip of wine: "I'm the eunuch."

As he said that, he stood up and suddenly many bottles of scattered eels fell out of his pocket.

Qin Fangzhou counted about it, at least a dozen bottles.

What do you do if you carry so much erect oil on the chicken coop?

"Boy, have some drinks with me?"

Chicken Pot walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of aged for a long time, and placed it on the table.

Qin Fangzhou saw that the chicken coopt seemed unhappy, and he agreed by a silly devil.

Each person has a glass of wine.

Qin Fangzhou couldn't help but ask something he thought was inexplicable.

"Then can this eunuch still leave the palace?"

Hearing this.

Chicken Budou chuckled and yawned, and the dead fish's eyes were filled with strange smiles: "Yes. But he must defeat an enemy first."

"What enemy?"

"Hiss...huh..."

Spit out a smoke ring.

The chicken coop squinted his eyes, and his eyes floated up thoughtfully with the smoke.
Chapter completed!