What is hatred? As a mythical beast - "eating evil", I never think about such issues. For those of us who are immortal, no matter how intense our emotions are, they will eventually disappear in time. Until, the "ghost master" named Qing Ling shouted to me in a forest full of hibiscus flowers: "No matter the vicissitudes of life, the blue sky or the yellow spring, one day, I will definitely kill you!"... At that moment , she hugged the corpse of her dead "ghost", the blood stained her clothes and her hair, and lined her tearful eyes, there was a kind of decadent and coquettish beauty, like a hibiscus flower covered with dew in the forest...
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