C1086 Chop to Death!

Sharp sword rays fell one by one. Each stroke seemed to carry a force that could shake one's heart and soul. Under the sharp tip of the brush, each word seemed to come alive and shine in the world. A figure. As he drew, the cold and sharp words were engraved on the tomb.

The sea dried up and the stone decayed, swearing to never fall, the heavens did not destroy the love grave!

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