He, Aruga, has grown up in Meteor Street since he was a child. He doesn't care about killing, deception, or family ties.
He, Kurt Sucker, was always submissive to Sucker, and the hope of his mother and his eldest brother was his meaning. Even if the requirements are cumbersome women's clothing and excellent grades.
A jumble of memories that shouldn't exist…
Xiangming's soul fluctuations became the bond between them...
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Aruga squatted on the ground, a sharp knife flying carelessly in his hand, and his eyes occasionally glanced at the throat of the person at his feet.
'Do you think it's better to use the Cruciatus Curse or the Intestinal Curse? '
Kurt, who was wearing a red kimono, leaned forward gracefully and handed Aluga a small bottle of black, turbid, bubbling potion.
'Use this, the failed product of the experiment. '
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