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aw the head of a dead girl, with her mouth open and staring at him with evil, world-weary black eyes. when I open it, it keeps making weird noises.
when he Jia'an turned his attention to the girl's strange head, he suddenly felt the calf of his left leg drop and tighten. when I lowered my head and looked down, I noticed a headless corpse hugging my calf and neck. the cut was rough and the wound was raw and red.
“Ah!” A loud cry rang out, and he Jia’an saw a black shadow fall from the sky out of the corner of his eye. he quickly moved away to avoid it, only to see a round human head fall right where he was standing.
``my uncle doesn't like being caught like that.'' A cold sweat appeared on Li Jia'an's forehead. he tried to untie the girl's limbs from around her calves, but it was like being strangled by a python. the tighter it got, the more he tried to break it. , the tightness became even more intense, I could clearly see the lack of blood supply in my calves, and I felt weak.
due to the pain in his calf, he Jia'an's brain was rapidly excited. he suddenly thought of something and immediately took off the red New Year's gift bag from his belt and pressed it firmly against the headless corpse's back.
the red New Year's envelope felt Li Jia'an's evil power and burst with bright red light. when I attached the red envelope lid to the back of the body, it felt like a hot iron had branded my skin.
hanako felt a sharp pain and released the r
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