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I Painted Skins In The Cemetery For Fifteen Years

Ying Que was flayed to death, and resurrected from the dead in the tomb, but there was no human skin. He has been painting skins in the cemetery for fifteen years, drawing 5,000 people's memories and 5,000 people's abilities. Finally, choose one of the most beautiful skins to put on your body, leave the cemetery, and return to the world.
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Ying Que was flayed to death, and resurrected from the dead in the tomb, but there was no human skin. He has been painting skins in the cemetery for fifteen years, drawing 5,000 people's memories and 5,000 people's abilities. Finally, choose one of the most beautiful skins to put on your body, leave the cemetery, and return to the world.
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I Painted Skins In The Cemetery For Fifteen Years

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I Painted Skins In The Cemetery For Fifteen Years

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我在坟场画皮十五年
Silent Pastry
Fantasy;  
English||Ongoing
Ying Que was flayed to death, and resurrected from the dead in the tomb, but there was no human skin. He has been painting skins in the cemetery for fifteen years, drawing 5,000 people's memories and 5,000 people's abilities. Finally, choose one of the most beautiful skins to put on your body, leave the cemetery, and return to the world.
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Ying Que was flayed to death, and resurrected from the dead in the tomb, but there was no human skin. He has been painting skins in the cemetery for fifteen years, drawing 5,000 people's memories and 5,000 people's abilities. Finally, choose one of the most beautiful skins to put on your body, leave the cemetery, and return to the world.
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I wrote a testimonial again.

I remember when I first wrote a testimonial, my baby had not yet been born.

Now, she is ten years old.

Counting the eight years of writing and publishing before, I have been in the industry for 18 years.

I have experienced how many times new books have been put on the shelves, or new books have been released.

Should have been calm.

But, never learned.

Every new book period before it hits the shelves is like purgatory.

Great sorrow, great joy, ups and downs.

My daughter also likes to create and is very talented.

When I was in grade two or three, I was amazed by the composition I wrote, and every time I was treated as a model essay by the teacher.

However, I don't want her to re-enter this line.

Too turbulent, too undulating.

Expectation, disappointment, hope.

Ecstasy, loss, cheer.

This emotion often accompanies the whole life.

With the exception of a few geniuses, for the vast majority, pain and achievement are proportional.

As a parent, it is very complicated.

I want my children to find a decent and stable career and spend their life peacefully and happily in a greenhouse, but it often means ordinary.

In order for her to have great prospects, she often needs to be tempered in the furnace of free competition.

If you want to achieve much, you have to suffer a lot.

But as a parent, you can't be too selfish, and forcibly hold her in the greenhouse for fear of the child's suffering.

In my whole life, it will be difficult for me to learn to be calm.

Because I got up from nothing.

But I will try my best to let my children learn to be calm.

Actually, I have been in the business for so many years.

I'm not short of money anymore, but it's not enough.

I hope that when my children fly in the future, even in the face of repeated failures, they can sit back and relax and live a prosperous life.

When I entered this social game field, I could have nothing and nothing, not even a novice wooden sword.

But she can't.

I hope that when she struggles, she won't have to lose sleep, suffer, and toss and turn.

So, I still have to work hard.

To struggle.

Share with fellow authors.

Share with all those who work hard.

I wish your struggles to make your family prosperous and happy.

It will be on the shelves at 12 noon tomorrow, with a guaranteed update of 15,000.

thank you all!

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