Pirates: The Black Earl

Didn't I hurt my shoulder because I didn't move around with the iron before? I couldn't lift my hand up. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the code words. Although the next day, because of the need to replenish the amount of exercise, my head twitched and I practiced two more sets of lower body exercises, and my legs were disabled, and my hands and feet hurt like a disabled person.

But after so many days, although it still hurts, it's nothing serious, so Dashu didn't take it to heart.

Then today as I was riding home, reality told me, little man, you have a problem.

I just watched my car slip and fell, but my hands and feet were so weak that I couldn't move (I just came down from the big uphill on Peach Blossom Island, the local book friends of MY should know)

I really experienced the feeling of the brain running fast and the vision slowing down.

Lie on your side, upright like a welded toy.

At that time, I was riding on the sidewalk to wait for the traffic light, and I let go of my foot to step on the cement brick of the roadside green belt, but somehow it dripped, and my foot slipped. When I fell down, my shoulder just hit the corner of the cement brick, and I even felt When it reached the shoulder, there was a "grumble".

After I got up, I realized, who the hell didn't pick up the ice cream after eating it?

Do you have a sense of public morality?

The current situation is that Dashu's right hand is hung on his chest by the doctor.

It's still the same doctor, there is still no major problem, just a few days of recuperation will do.

It's just that I feel that the way he looks at me is very strange. If it weren't for the 21st century, I guess he would persuade me to go to the temple and burn incense sticks.

All in all, I have only been able to code 1,800 words with my left hand on my mobile phone since I got home. I guess it will be impossible tonight. I would like to ask for a leave of absence. I hope everyone will be accommodating.

As a human being, there are always a few days.

Unlucky thing, who can tell who [vomits blood]