Trace the Dust Room

"Why are you coming, why are you coming!! It won't change, nothing will change!!" The voice in his mouth stopped abruptly. The handsome and demon-like man put on a pair of monocles without haste, and his divided expression became unified again. "Sorry, it worked. Let him run out for a while." "Hmph, you really have a bad taste." The red-and-white-haired man did not hide his disgust at all. "But, what he said is right. What gave you the courage to face me again? I broke your spine and destroyed everything for you. Shouldn't you lie on the ground in despair and watch the world twist? Is there anything else in this world that you deserve to miss? I have toyed with you every bit." The handsome man seemed a little confused and said teasingly. "It's not just the anger of revenge that makes you lose your mind, then my carefully crafted work is a failure." "Hahaha, yes, a weak person like me should never have the courage to face you again. When I escaped, I was already haunted by the nightmare of siege. I should have knelt on the ground and roared in vain." The red-and-white-haired man flashed with intense madness. The voice in his mouth sounded like a curse, "But, the deepest poison in the world is the poison called hope." "It's enough to make me fly toward that insignificant miracle like a moth to a flame." "Hahahahahahahaha" his eyes were as red as blood. "I've already staked my life, are you ready to wake up? My trusted Night God." Strictly speaking, this work takes emotion as the main line, adding fantasy, fantasy, and fantasy color embellishments. (Please rate this book)