classification:Science fiction |
author:Pointing a flower, d |
state:in the series |
update:(2024-08-29 17:35:02) |
But only to see, the moment before still held in his palm, now stood not far ahead.,A somewhat husky voice, calm with a hint of amusement.,To live, to survive, endless killing and slaughter day and night have left his hands riddled with wounds, ugly and scarred.。