Written with the blood of thousands of people.
Everyone: She is sick, she is abnormal, she is not normal at all...
A handful of people: She is so cool, she is so stylish, she is such a queen...
No more potato chips.
Fu Qing: "..."
The person she liked the most fell down at her feet with her head jumping and cursing, clicking, clicking... There was a sound of potato chips wherever there were bones in her body...
Everyone: Da Mo Ku, Da Mo Fan, Da Mo Queen!
They all knelt down...
Intention: The devil is normal