Life was about to end in nothingness. He closed his eyes with a sigh, then opened them again...
Damn it, if the dead man opens his eyes again, is he trying to deceive his body?
Thinking of his stiff body, arms raised flat, paws hanging down, tongue hanging out, jumping forward... He shook his head wildly, he couldn't be like that even if he died!
Nonsense... You can't become like that even if you don't die.
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However, it is always hard to follow one's wishes.
After his generation of romantic prodigies reached the age of 40 and were cut off with a knife and died young...
Him! (Home) Open! (Ran) Eyes! (Wear) it! (Already)
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In the haze, a pair of red phoenix eyes came into view, and a magnetic voice rang in his ears. He felt that his hanging body suddenly became warm as if it had landed, and the man's breath was familiar to him... He tilted his head and fell asleep completely.
The moment before he lost consciousness, there was only one thought in his mind——
This man has no literary talent in speaking!
Good... Completely misses the point.
Later he realized that the first moment he came here, he had been caught... And hit his key point.
It's a coincidence, maybe it's destiny.