Terror

"Any living being has a needle in its head..." "Boss! Look! His head!" "Hush! The head is not important." Seeing that the severed head fell to the ground and left a trail of blood, Yi Xun picked up the bleeding head. He holds it high, his hands are red and fishy, ​​and the seventh senses of life and death are looking at each other. His eyes were covered with tears, and all the generals and generals knelt down to worship him. The best thing is to carry people's nature, and the stagnant water in the cup raises an earless lamb without greed for pleasure. "Needle! It's the answer to everything!"