The long sword is placed on the shelf day after day, and sooner or later it will rust. The same goes for him. He can only survive by sucking blood on the battlefield. In this peaceful and comfortable life, he can only slowly move towards destruction.
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Leaning against the mottled wall was a decadent girl. Her originally gentle and shining eyes were now like a pool of stagnant water, as if she could no longer make any waves. She looked at the sky desperately and sadly, her thin crimson lips lightly opened: "Recommended"
It's really touching. I cried to death. I'm so sorry.
Leaning against the mottled wall was a decadent girl. Her originally gentle and shining eyes were now like a pool of stagnant water, as if she could no longer make any waves. She looked at the sky desperately and sadly, her thin crimson lips lightly opened: "Recommended"
It's really touching. I cried to death. I'm so sorry.
I don't know how to put it, it looks quite sad.
Good, good, good