A touch of crimson, light blue chakra on the finger, connected to the puppet, destroying the country, killing people, everything. Fingertips are dancing, hundreds of machines are operating. Red robes filled the sky, and the city was destroyed. In childhood, one is hurt, and desolation turns into mourning. Look at the hypocrisy in the world and laugh at the tricks of God. The red sand scorpion is confident, noble, elegant, comely and intelligent; the red sand scorpion is fierce, cruel, ruthless, impatient, and even conceited. His black pupils showed absolute aloofness but not enchantment; his dark red hair showed traces of blood from countless murders; his shallow smile lingered, but it did not represent gentleness and kindness. The trajectory of his destiny has changed here! If you ask me my name: My name is Red Sand Scorpion!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
