My name is Cao Yixuan, from Xuanyuan. A man who made a deal with death.
"What do you want?" I said.
"Heart, the heart of a king." Death held a huge book. The mask on his face prevented me from seeing his expression clearly.
Ten minutes ago I was shot dead in Myanmar. When I was dying, the God of Death walked out of the gate of the void, preparing to take me back to the underworld.
"You seem to have some regrets. Why don't you make a deal." It was my first time to see the God of Death, so I didn't answer. Until...
Death inserted its hand into my already disembodied body.
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The flowers bloom and the leaves fall without twins. We miss each other and will never be disappointed.
Stop pretending, it looks really good. Brothers, take a look
The flowers bloom and the leaves fall without twins. We miss each other and will never be disappointed. Stop pretending, it looks really good. Brothers, take a look
Not bad, worth a look
Not bad, worth recommending.