The dead bodies were covered with maggots, and the exquisitely carved floor was stained with dust.
The silver-haired Yueying sat by the pond with a strong rancid smell, looking at the moon with a forlorn expression, and looked at the drawing in her hand.
Muttering to himself: What will happen next?
With the gentle breeze, we vaguely saw his handsome and cold appearance ~ and his bloodthirsty and cruel eyes
good guy
I come to such a dangerous place to travel through
Wizard Amitabha
Everyone's face is covered with black lines
Master once said: To be a human being, you must be 13~