There were not many opening remarks.
There was no tedious self-introduction.
There was also no brainless transition between exchanging moves and exchanging moves.
This massacre in the underworld shop that did not belong to the living.
The curtains were drawn in such an abrupt manner.
Burial Song
Who?
The roles of prey and hunter wavered. The side that was confident suddenly had the illusion that they might not be the last to laugh.
The white bone hand carried a cold flame. After it pierced through the little loli's soul, it left behind a large hole, a burning hole. The little loli could only retreat. As she looked at the injuries to her soul, her expression darkened.
They wanted to save their energy because they knew that this person who had escaped from the encirclement last time was not an easy character to deal with.
