Her beautiful face was broken into countless pieces, and even though her charming eyes were broken into stars all over the sky, they still had the power to captivate people.
The people who worshiped her rushed to their knees in front of her like crazy, lying down like dogs thirsty for her blood, not caring whose head they were stepping on or who they were trampling on.
They only have Fujiang in their eyes, a broken and fragrant Fujiang.
I stayed away from the crowd and watched them carve up Fujiang's body. It could hardly be called a body anymore, maybe it could only be said to be fragments.
I wonder where the small tear mole under Fu Jiang's eyes would be, I suddenly thought.
Concept: Will people be afraid of those who have been hurt by them?
Hahaha, Paty is going on in my head