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Sen cold wind whistling, blood fog in the sky constantly condensed, like a sea of blood in Wang Yang wrapped in heaven and earth. The smell of corrosion is terrible.
The power of repression is constantly flooding and vibrating between heaven and earth. ......
Under the fog of blood, a black hazy figure is rapidly condensing and becoming more and more clear. Suddenly, the turbulent sea of blood seemed to be called by some kind, and rushed madly towards the shadow. In a flash, a mountain-like figure boarded the sea of blood, with a ferocious face smiling.
"Ha ha ... ha ha laugh ... I'm hungry again!" There were bursts of laughter in the sea of blood. The hungry face suddenly plunged into a sea of blood, and a chill penetrated the vast blood fog and shot away in the distance.
In the distance, under a vigorous old tree, a man dressed in Tsing Yi stood there, with a blue gown undulating with the wind and a firm face. The air was filled with a frivolous domineering, and a beautiful white image stood beside the man in blue, with a stunning face, staring at the hunger in a sea of blood with dignified eyes.
"It's hunger! We walked at a brisk pace at the new moon, and the man in Tsing Yi rushed down the hill with a girl who was better than snow in white.
"Two children, since I'm here, let's stay." One by one, the hungry people were ferocious, and then they rushed out of the sea of blood like tigers. ...
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