The young man wearing the gray-white coat of the Executive Officer of the Fools stood alone in the wind and snow, his silver-white hair flying in the wind, and a few strands of orange-gold mixed in the braid, looming in the pure white of the sky and the earth. His eyes were closed tightly, and his long eyelashes were covered with frost, but the biting coldness did not shake him in the slightest.
Sometimes a few fools passed behind him and looked at the statue-like figure, with confusion in their eyes. When the old members were asked about this matter, their faces were full of pity and helplessness. They stretched out their fingers and tapped their heads and whispered:
"He may have some problems here"
In fact——
Several consciousnesses in Yulles' mind were arguing about something strange.
[Fire Festival: I think it is a very economical thing to buy more coffins. After all, my current colleagues are not very safe at work (serious face. Jpg)]
[Shuiji: But... You really can't give a coffin as a gift...]
[Fire Festival: But she said if you buy too much, you can get half price]
[Thunder Festival: Oh, evil pen]
[Iwasai: Too embarrassed to look at the other ones (face covering)]
Newbie writing, writing style... No writing style [crying], more private settings, not an originalist (but want to write articles) If you have any questions, please point it out, the characters belong to everyone, ooc belongs to me
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