Hueco Mundo Death

Wearing a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring knife at my waist, I came from Hueco Mundo. Under the red moon, there are Rakshasa wielding swords, and thousands of souls are wailing in the sea of ​​blood. There are flying fish on the flying fish suit, but there are no wronged souls under the embroidered spring knife. The virtual flashes come down from the mountains, and the blue fire falls from the abyss. Everyone, Wang is being polite. The coffin is buried deep in the valley There is no eternal secret Getting involved in the world and ending in tragedy No one can escape fate This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.