In the dark and damp dungeon, there were "creak" and "creak" sounds.
He wears a black robe decorated with gold threads, and wears a silver ring on his left hand. The silver bell attached to it makes a sound with the movement of his hand. "He loves me." With a "bang" sound, the fingers of the person tied to the rope were broken. "He doesn't love me" after another... Until finally, "He doesn't love me"! ! The firelight illuminated his face, his eyes were filled with scarlet blood, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He smiled twistedly, and slowly placed his hand on the man's neck, "He loves me." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "thump" and the man's head immediately tilted.
"Who loves you?" He turned back suddenly! "Lord Lian... Lian"
Crazy criticism, clingy attack, cold and irritable reception
Purpose: Don't define too early