
About This Novel
Turning the page, the scent of blood hits my face, the lights flicker all night long, and the red sleeves are not seen to add fragrance. For thousands of years, the coffin will be burning with hell fire to accompany the doomsday. Under the moonlight, the flowing Red River was glimpsed, and only the ruined monuments and lonely graves were left in the panic. Let the west wind howl, sweeping away many weeping souls. I have never recognized this gray age!
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