There were large chunks of red that looked like they had been thrown out by a bucket, and they were so red that it made people shudder.
They have the irregular shape that splatter should have. Each one is like a devil's mask, showing you a mysterious smile in a creepy way.
Then everything else stopped, and he could only clenched his fists in vain, feeling the bone-chilling coldness between his fingers passing through the palms of his hands and into his heart.
In the hot pink steam, he felt that the surroundings were getting colder and colder.
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I've already said that I don't know how to write copywriting, but the above is another act of pretending to be a copywriter, so just ignore it~ Meow…
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