C1220 A Miracle of Blooming and Then Dying 7(1)

"Divine Craftsman..."

Her field of vision was dyed red by the firebird. Gritting her teeth, Mo Shuang endured the pain and propped her body up. She spread out her hands in front of the birdcage. The fire was still not there, but her hair was already burned by the high temperature, and there was a burning smell.

Although she knew that she was asking for death