The night is dark.

It was black as far as the eye could see.

Some people are born like the morning glow, shining brightly, while some people are born as humble as dogs, and they steal their lives. Some people yearn for light to illuminate the darkness, even if it is a moth to a fire, while others are willing to sink into the sea of misery, and even a little light stings and is uncomfortable. No matter how much people live, they have too many obsessions for the rest of their lives.

One eye could not see the light because it was dark all around. The darkness had swallowed up the light for so long that he had almost forgotten what it was like to be sunny.

The only thing that made him feel alive was the constant gushing tides. This spurt of power is not heard by his ears, for his ears are ......

"The Funeral Knife" Volume 1: Returning to the People on a Snowy Night Chapter 89 The cobwebs in the prison are hard to break The hand is hitting, please wait a while,

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