Blood.
Red blood seeped from the wound, dripping onto the ground.
It's August now, the height of summer, the air hot and oppressive, yet Chen Feng was drenched in cold sweat.
He thought that by using a small account, he could mess around as he pleased, and even if he died, it wouldn't matter.
Xuanhuan / Martial Arts
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Xianxia / Xuanhuan
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LitRPG / Horror
Xianxia / Xuanhuan
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Adventure / Fantasy