This is a world where darkness and light intertwine.
The turbid hell is where I belong; the bright heaven is also my palace.
Blood is the blooming Manzhushahua.
The strange red eyes scorch the eyeballs, glaring all over the road leading to death.
The blood butterfly stopped for it.
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Also, I am still a newbie, so if there is anything bad or abrupt about the content of the article, please try your best to give me your feedback.
I will change it.
After all, there are people outside of us, so everyone can leave behind any shortcomings, as long as the words are civilized.