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... s in his mind and he was alive. He didn’t have to rely on a cold incense. Remember her.
"Garbage, it is rubbish." Night Mausole said indifferently, took one of the design drafts, took a pen on the side, and painted and changed it on her original design draft for less than five minutes, an eye-catching one. Designed on paper.
Although it is a sketch design, it is so amazing.
She designed a blood-drop necklace, the night mausoleum changed, the shape of the blood drops became f ...
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