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When the knife in my hand turns into cherry blossoms and drifts away, it is the beginning of judgment and is covered by ice, and life will eventually freeze. When the sickle in my hand is ruthlessly harvested, it is when the melody of red and black flows into the sky, and new life is born in destruction. The red lotus rotates, the hymn of ice and fire. ------------What are you doing? I don't take medicine! I'm not sick! Hahahahaha...

"Do you know alchemy?" "I don't want to know, I'm not interested" "It can be exchanged at equal value, and you can also extract the world's energy to use cool moves." "Oh, thank you! This is one yuan, take it and stop bothering me..." "Don't go, there's a girl" "Do you think I am this kind of person? Sorry, I'm really not interested..." "Uncle, please, take a look, buy a copy and read it..." "..."