The blood that originally belonged to him, drop by drop, seeped into the darkness and became entangled with the clothes of the God of Death.
Sit still. Giggle.
What will happen will definitely come. It's just a matter of time.
No.
Looking up timidly, six-year-old Bai Liuer met eight-year-old Murong Fei.
His pale face looked down at the hand held tightly by the boy in front of him.
Bai Liuer was speechless for a moment.
The voice of God comes from heaven.
He said:
Their meeting was destined.
But he didn't say what he knew
——The destined ending.
Conception: