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Tea | words | feelings | small | said
There are more and more blood clots on her blue robe, which burns like a flame for a while, and then turns into ugly brown marks, giving off an unpleasant smell.
There is a strong smell of death in the air, and the stench of corpse corruption is everywhere. Chaoyang seems to be unable to bear to see more, avoiding it and hiding in thick clouds, faintly revealing a bleak light.
This is a hell on earth. A forgotten battlefield.
She continued to walk fearlessly, but her originally rosy lips were chapped and her face turned white. She really didn't expect that the war would be so fierce and the scene was so thrilling. I'm afraid she will never forget the feeling when she came to this valley.
For the first time, she couldn't help shivering, and then she vomited until all the sour water was spit out, and she was still retching. The moisture in the whole body seemed to evaporate at that moment. Leaning against the cold rock, she took a deep breath and recovered a little strength.
She seemed to forget that she could achieve lightness skill, but she just walked among the corpses step by step, stepping on the broken feet and arms carefully. She has never been a timid person, but at this time, she also felt that there was a huge resentment whistling in the world and refused to leave, which made her spine faint.
Thousands of people are alive. ...
It should be the whole book.