Fairy, Don't Cry, You Can See It Will Still Grow After You Cut It Off.

[Unsystem] [Cthulhu] [Feast of Flesh] When the moonlight no longer cares about the world, red mist pours out from the sky mark. When Shang Yi opened his eyes, they were filled with a swaying rouge color. He should be lucky to have this body, a hundred households in Qingyuan City, a first-class warrior. But now he was lying naked on the stone bed, with a soft cucumber as the main course of the human body feast. All the disaster ghosts in the cave are eaters. ... ... Several years later, the Confucian sage knelt in front of the lunar eclipse abyss and cried blood: "You are the real disaster!" Shang Yi stepped on the broken Tongtian Avenue, letting the blood of his comrades soak into his feet. The beauties of the past turned into fireflies in the Forest of Steles, and the bones of old enemies grew like trees and flowers in the wilderness. He raised his head and drank the last pot of strong wine, and chuckled at the crack in the sky: "Fairy, don't cry, you can see that it will grow even after you cut it off."