In the small wooden house in Xingyin Village, Yue Yue was lying on the hard floor with twitching and unconsciousness. In a certain alley in Foshan, Earth, Wang Xu fell asleep on a recliner. The memories of the two souls were mixed together like ink poured into water. He woke up suddenly, lowered his head and bit off the flesh next to his left toe. Another soul swallowed the pieces and began to grow a face exactly like his. It was dawn outside the ward. March held the wall and moved home step by step. The voices of the villagers pointing behind her drifted over. He closed the door and closed his eyes, telling Wang Xu in his heart that his body could no longer hold it any longer. He took a deep breath and knocked at the door of Xingying Building, and heard a voice coming in from the door. The third generation looked up and saw that it was him, frowned and looked away.
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The first 19 pictures were pretty good, but I didn't understand that I started over from the 20th picture, and the author seemed to be a different person.
The first 19 pictures were pretty good, but I didn't understand that I started over from the 20th picture, and the author seemed to be a different person.