I'm kneeling here, with Ziyuan behind me.
I didn't look back and didn't know what he was doing.
In front of me is Ji Song. He should still look at the world with that disgusting look and integrate into the world in that stupid way.
I didn't look up or confirm my thoughts.
Next to me was Yana, who looked worried about me.
But I know he doesn't have that kind of emotion.
I am facing the crowd, and my back is also the crowd.
A large area of black water seemed to fade and dye Lingyun's hand black.
When the river of blood falls from the sky, it is called a waterfall. It is clear red at first. Later, there were more people, and when it came to me, there was only turbid blackness left, exuding a suffocating stench.
What a hassle.
I'll still stay here, waiting for the next person to take over the grave.
Some boring trivia, no one should read it.
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