When Su Yan touched the black cloth, she felt that it was a little wet.
It's just too dark here, I can't see very clearly.
Then, my attention was drawn to the scene before me.
She is a young girl.
She was wearing a long black dress.
Barefoot, with fair ankles.
The ankles looked like they were tattooed with intricate and mysterious patterns.
The girl, with her hair disheveled, squatted in the corner.
She was the only person in the huge prison.
The girl's light and melodious tune continued.
It wasn't until quite a while later that they seemed to notice Su Yan's presence.
She looked up.
A fair face was revealed.
No, not fair-skinned.
It was deathly pale.
That kind of bloodless, deathly white.
The girl was beautiful, with large eyes gazing at Su Yan.
Her lips were as red as a rose, frighteningly bright.
She squatted there, looking at Su Yan with curiosity and innocence.
If there's anything else that's memorable, it's probably those eyes.
One was pitch black, the other was gray and bleak.
When Su Yan first saw her, her first thought was, "She's not dead."
The girl tilted her head, her attention falling on Su Yan's wound.
Then, he opened his mouth.
"hello"
Su Yan nodded
"Hello."
The girl let out a soft groan.
He stood up from the corner.
Then, he puffed out his cheeks and pointed behind Su Yan.
"It looks like someone's coming to kill you."
After she finished speaking, four men in black robes appeared behind Su Yan.
Holding a sickle, he pressed closer step by step.
Full of murderous intent.
Su Yan turned around.
The girl in prison kindly gave advice
"The hairpin in your hair is probably the only thing that can hurt them."
The girl, dressed in a long black dress, stood in the middle of the prison cell, resembling a blooming, beautiful rose.
After a cup of tea.
Bang!
Su Yan defeated the last undead.
They can't be killed, but they also lose the ability to fight back.
Before Su Yan could ask anything, she heard a voice from behind her again.
"Ugh, this is boring."
A faint, bored, and impatient voice.
Su Yan turned around.
Then they saw that, centered on the woman's feet, black vines rose from the ground, intertwining and changing.
A black throne formed, thorny, decadent, and dark.
The woman sat on the throne.
Su Yan looked at her and felt that under such intense stimulation, her lips became even redder.
The woman was bored, her fair legs swaying.
"You stay here, don't leave."
That was the first thing she said.
Her tone was understated, as if what she said meant that others should simply do the same.
Su Yan looked at it and felt that it looked somewhat familiar.
But I can't quite place where I've seen it before.
The person on the other side clearly felt the same way.
Then I heard the woman say...
"Have we met before? Why do you look so familiar?"
The woman murmured.
Su Yan also quieted down.
The two people looked at each other.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Su Yan's blood dripped onto the ground and flowed into the prison.
I touched those black thorns.
Suddenly, Su Yan's eyes gleamed with golden light.
It is a sign of God.
The person opposite him turned ashen-blue in the blink of an eye.
His entire face was completely bloodless.
Its only black pupil has turned grayish-white.
She sat on that throne of thorns.
The two people looked at each other.
Then, the person sitting on the thorns laughed.
The girl swung her legs.
It's you.
She muttered something.
Su Yan didn't speak.
The girl sat on the throne.
He lowered his head and fiddled with his grayish-white fingers.
Her black hair fell down, obscuring her face.
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