This is a story about an author who was forced to cut his own legs.
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In the eyes of ordinary people, Pei happy is a born lunatic.
He is indifferent, he is cold, he has a city, he is smart.
Those who hate him, those who are disgusted with him, those who like him, and those who admire him, any road that has anything to do with him is crowded with people.
It's strange to say that even though his hands are stained with blood, he is deviant and has no kindness at all, but I still love him.
I'd say he's guilty and deserves to die, but I don't think so now.
But as the world thought, he still had to close his eyes.
After all, killing him is the only way to seek divine enlightenment.
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You can collect it first. The more I collect, the more motivated I will be. I originally wanted to write about lightning protection points, but after reading them, I thought they were all cute.
Intention: Never surrender to fate, never lose to reality