Drop, drop, drop... The scarlet blood in the darkness gathered on the tip of the knife, and fell to the ground drop by drop. The corpses all over the ground were extremely quiet.
"Do you think Zhuang Hao will be happy in this life?" Mo Qing looked up at a child of about 6 years old behind the door without sadness or joy. His black eyes were filled with fear, his body was trembling, and he looked extremely weak. Mo Qing stepped forward, regardless of the child's resistance, and touched his hair, and then... At the moment he died, Mo Qing's body slowly dissipated, and the pain and tears in his eyes slowly overflowed, "It's completely quiet now. It's great, Zhuang Hao."
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Intention: Strong and strong redeem each other