Fear controls him.

He could not even control his limbs and could only turn his head mechanically.

Then, he saw the beautiful figure holding a sickle.

She wore a playful clown mask on her face, and the clown's blush was blood-red.

"Ding Dong~"

"The secret is..."

“Heaven is not open to you!”

"Hell always welcomes you!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

With a sharp laugh, the sickle slashed across his body and his head soared.

But before his body could soften, the sword light flashed again, dividing his body into countless pieces.

She bathed in blood donation and dyed the clown blush on her mask brighter and brighter.

The crazy laughter echoed in the streets and alleys, and everyone who heard the sound was hiding in the quilt and shivering.

Ji Wuxin looked at her helplessly.

This girl is killed again.

Luna, who absorbed her fear, became more and more pathological and fierce.

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Chapter completed!