The cold wind blew across the battlefield, and the gloomy feeling seemed to remind everyone that the time was almost winter.

But at this time, in Peony City, the former residents have long since turned into a speechless corpse.

In the whole city, there was only one outsider left.

Latecomers prevail, and this seems to be the most common thing in the world.

Song Ren dragged a shiny steel knife in his hand and wandered around the Peony City.

Whenever he passed by a dead body that had fallen to the ground, he would use the steel knife in his hand to poke at the corpse.

Song Ren has never had this ......

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