Deadly Tattoo
by Quack Bird
About This Novel
Under the dim light, in a lonely long street, there was an engraving shop that was still open after midnight. A drunk Xia Xuntian walked in. The smell of decay rushed towards him, and Xia Xuntian frowned. "Is there anyone?" "You imprint?" An old voice sounded, and an old man with a strange face slowly sat up among the pile of rags next to him...
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Official(1)Scraped 13d ago
Alas, half of my life has been windy and rainy, and half of my life has been cold. A cup of turbid wine is a toast to the passing years. Looking back on the past half-life, I feel that it is 70% sad and 70% sweet. The sunrise in the east wakes me up, but it cannot understand my heart as well as the sunset. We say goodbye and never see each other again, and we finally spend the spring and autumn alone.
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Official(1)Scraped 13d ago
Alas, half of my life has been windy and rainy, and half of my life has been cold. A cup of turbid wine is a toast to the passing years. Looking back on the past half-life, I feel that it is 70% sad and 70% sweet. The sunrise in the east wakes me up, but it cannot understand my heart as well as the sunset. We say goodbye and never see each other again, and we finally spend the spring and autumn alone.
