Can't stand it, take three days off

A few days ago, Dongxiang.

Weather: Rain.

The mountain path was slipping, and he wore a pair of sneakers that could be rotated in place, and drank some wine.

fall!

He fell to the east by more than four meters high, but fortunately he didn't break his face, but his legs were thorned by sharpened wood.

Now that the left leg is surrounded by gauze, I can't type it. I thought it would be fine if I grind it slowly in one day, so I tried it and gave up.

Legs hurt too much.

The New Year's Day is considered to be the first to run out of bad luck. Last year was almost the same as that time, a car accident.

His mentality collapsed, so he could slow down.

I want to rest for three days, sorry.

No pigeon or eunuch, no story will end.
Chapter completed!