The bright red blood flows out along the sword groove and stains the hand as white as jade. The moment his fingertips touched the warmth, they began to tremble. The person who was still motionless despite being beaten by the cold wind felt as if his soul had been taken away, and he became paralyzed instantly.
Staring at the man holding the sword, his eyes began to blur, and the symptoms of excessive blood loss gradually eroded his thinking. Pain, mixed with hatred, burned through the body. The colorful clothes in front of me seemed to have turned into colorful butterflies, flying farther and farther away. Unwilling to fight against the scattered consciousness, he wants to catch her... Catch her! (Sweat! Let's borrow the one at the back first...)