How lonely do you have to be to dance with the devil?
How lonely do you have to be to believe in the devil? Evil.
Once upon a time there was an island where there were only children who did not grow up.
Xie, are you that child?
The children on that island will never grow up, and those who do, will die.
Xie, are you the punisher?
That was Kirigakure, the bloody city, a city of never-ending killing.
The red-haired boy met her, the puppet of Blood City and the murderous dictator.
The black-haired girl met him, the god of death in the desert, the lonely fatal one.
Parallel lines intersect, and childhood time is spent together.
Some people say that a lonely cat will remain lonely, and a lonely puppet will only dance alone.
After all, it's just parallel lines, walking alone.
Is it the emergence of the manipulator, or the ruthlessness of the decider?
Tearing the heavy package, tearing off the only thread.
The puppet was shattered on the ground.
Is it the hope of meeting again, or the end of fighting each other?
I just want to pick it up and put it back together again.
The puppet is still broken.
It is wrapped around the mandala and blooms the desperate Manzhu Shahua.
The devil exists only to tear everything that has been sewn together into pieces again.
His future is filled with regret and despair.
Her future is filled with blood.
Is the devil still there?
The broken flesh and blood were blurred and heartbreaking.
Of course,
At first, I was.
The sanction of the singer, the curtain call.
This world is kind
Note: Some chapters are locked, why? I dislike my previous writing style and am determined to rewrite it. Dear friends, please be patient.