(Fantasy + restraint + blood + decisive killing + madness
Weird stains infected Wang Yu's entire world. As time passed, those pollutions gradually replaced everything familiar.
You are not them! No! Where are they? !
His cry was drowned by the silent air, and finally, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came:
"You're crazy"
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"The bells struck twelve... Everyone turned into a shadow"
"In front of the blood falling on the stage... Yin and Yang are separated by two channels"
(Trying to imitate Daogui ( ⁼̴̀ .̫ ⁼̴́ )✧
