When Cheng Mo was seven years old, he accidentally fell from a building and became a soul-eating monster.
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-Want to live?
-More cravings for sweets.
Cheng Mo took it, tilted his head and smiled at the boy: "Brother, you are so beautiful."
"Oh?" The young man raised his eyebrows, "This is the first time I heard someone say 'thank you' so nicely. What's your name?"
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She guiltily loves wine-filled chocolate and lives a good life.
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Under the moonlight, the God of Death holding a scythe smiled slightly. His long black hair was messy in the wind, and his robes were flying. He said: "I have always been there."
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The ink is full of charm, and you are happy and sad at separation and reunion. When the ink is exhausted, the charm is born, and the floating life is filled with sorrow.