In the Shampoo Islands, the neon reflected by the soap bubbles soaked into "Xia Qi's rip-off BAR". Behind the bar, the smoke between Xia Qi's fingers blurred her vision under her purple hair. Crouched in the corner was Silbaz Liel - the obsidian where the blood of Rayleigh and Shaqi was condensed. His eyes were filled with the grievance imprisoned by "love", and his long black hair swept across the smooth floor. Huge soap bubbles rise outside the window, carrying the screams of children and the wind of freedom. She stared at the fragile iridescence, the tip of her nose wrinkled. My mother wiped away the shattering of the wine glass, and my father's warning of "grounding" before leaving Hong Kong became the iron bars of a cage at this moment.
Free!
The thought ran through my spine like electricity. Taking advantage of the light gap when the drunkard opened the back door, a small black shadow clung to the wall and disappeared into the noisy and dangerous world outside the door that was chopped up by sunlight and soap bubbles.
Griffin is Shanks' sword, right?
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