"When you look into the eyes of those who died, the fear, panic, despair, the devastation that even God cannot save, is so pleasant."
Her white hair was gently lifted by the wind, her scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and she stood on tiptoe in the dark night, smiling in the coldness. The mourning moon behind her looked wild.
"When you look at the softness around you, that kind of gentle love, people can't help but want to grieve with them, and the movements of their hands become gentle, not wanting to hurt her." Black hair shawl, golden eyes spreading a thin mist, soft facial features with a touch of tenderness.
He looked at it, frowning in displeasure and confusion: "Who are you?"
"Me?" The man with dark hair smiled softly and said in a soft voice, "I'm just a small undertaker... Just."
Nuo's second fanfic. Hunter article, a trap has been opened.
Kindness. . . Eighty percent of it will be a full-length novel. . . I don't know how many people like hunter stories. .
Just write as much as you like. . .
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"Luowan" is a fan of Net King Ouran.