2003.5.31.
ZH News reported that an aristocratic college on the Y side was completely bombed. The death toll has reached 78 people. The local rebels kidnapped most of the students.
Tonight is still a sleepless night, the sky is very bright, and my heart is panic...
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"Come on! Caroline!" Shouted the oldest boy in the group. His name is Kent.
"We will die! Stop struggling!" The boy named Caroline has overdrawn his fate.
"No talking!" The mercenary impatiently put the gun against Caroline's head.
A sharp-looking white man opened the cage and let the children out.
The children walked timidly to the battlefield, picked up their guns, and aimed at their hearts.
They are targeting a market that uses heads as currency.
"Let the boy change the sniper rifle!" The white man pointed at the boy with emerald pupils.
The boy's shoulder was scratched by a dagger, and the skin burst with blood and carved a bright red letter: F
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"Bo Yin, yesterday's first place should be yours." Ji Heng looked at his son. The son who thinks crazy all day long and has wild designs but is appreciated by others.
Ji Boyin tilted his head, exposed his fangs, and said, "It has nothing to do with you."
... Now every online platform is broadcasting every move of the war, and everything is horrific and shocking.
A piece of designed clothing appeared in newspapers: "The masterpiece from a young Chinese designer: "Blood Mushroom""
Designer: Ji Boyin.
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2024.1.1
"We should pay homage to the past, shouldn't we?"
Intention: Playing and singing with bloody hands, flying into the distance
