C128 My Master Is Dead

A moment ago, he was still in the hands of the Lord, with white hair, and the next moment, he was like a flower in a mirror.

The feeling of having a knife cut through his heart was rekindled. It was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, unable to be released, unable to be left.

The silver light in the woman's hand cut across her snow neck, and the color of blood quickly spread.

"With a bang