Ten years ago, she stood up in the mist, holding a trident in her hand, and her smile was as elegant and tranquil as some kind of flower. When he turned his head, he said to the stunned man: "My name is Culloom Skull."
Her lips were against his face, cool and soft. He remembered the jelly candies he had eaten as a child.
She stepped into the battlefield, dozens of fire pillars erupted from the cracks in the floor, and the fire light illuminated her beautiful side face. Her purple hair fluttered, covering her crystal-like pupils.
"BOSS."
"BOSS."
The sound penetrates the bones.
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