I carry the silence of death in my left hand. The right hand carries the utmost intention to kill. Pump my fist. Left hook. Right hook. Uppercut. Lower hook. **Left and right** left and right. Punch a hundred punches. My blood still hasn't run cold. **Left and right** left and right. Punch a thousand punches. My bones are still not broken. **Left and right** left and right. Punch ten thousand punches. No matter how painful it is. As long as the blood has not dried up. I'm going to move forward. As long as the body can still move. I'm going to fight. As long as consciousness exists. I'm going to fight. Until dark. No one can stop me from moving forward. My heart still fights. Fighting. Fighting. . . . . . .
I fly to the Taoist world. If you are not possessed by the devil, I will be. A hail of bullets and bullets swept away the warriors. Artillery fire flew across the master. The fist of thunder strikes the strong man. A must-kill martial arts explosion sect. Go crazy and swallow the world.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
