The bitter evening breeze blew through the tip of his nose with the smell of blood.

The coldness poured into the collar, Pei Shen came to his senses, he lowered his eyes and looked at the palm, which was full of dazzling red blood, wiped the blood clean, and made a phone call to go out.

It will take a while for the others to come.

Pei Shen sat down on the side of the road, the blood on his fingertips stained the cigarette red, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably when he smoked, which was brought out mentally......

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