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Thorns and petals, the fighter is always there, blocking the abundant and brilliant magic beam with one hand, suppressing the heat of the battle in the heart, the sky is the arbiter's gaze, the origin of Zhenhai, the past is shining, the present is shaken, the weight... Weight, prop up the sky for me, let the enemy lick the ashes, let me win the brilliance of Akela. "The gods are with me, the gods have nothing to do with me, the knight is proud and complacent without knowing it, the magician is lifted like a puppet, the wizard They threw the sacred things under their feet and trampled them wantonly, as if they had faith, confessing everything about the people they knew in the dark house, feeling fearless, and the raindrops dripping on their faces. We are really like the nuns who are devout believers of God Judas. We confess here, all the entanglements in human affairs, until the end, the height of the human body is as vast as the territory, and there will definitely be a prairie fire, clustering in the heart, and sticking to the holy sky of the continent. "