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pparatus, purple-black, pulsing, and black sewage flowing from each end.
xin Junmao's lips twitched, he held back the vomit, and accepted his mother's thoughts. then he closed his tearful eyes and put into his mouth what he could not bear.
It obviously tasted very good, but his brain pictured biologically active intestines falling into his mouth and chewing. For a while, these goodies became tasteless and even a little tasteless.
As I said before, his real \"eyes\" are not his eyes. the objects in the b serve as his eyes, allowing him to see things that do not exist in this dimension.
If there is another dimension, and everything in that dimension is contrary to the current global environment, such as fresh and delicious food that corresponds to the smell of rot, and wealth that corresponds to poverty, then in that dimension, what does he have now? All the good things there are are ridiculous. his eyes. Ugly, desperate people.
xin Junmao almost went crazy. he wondered, if one of his senses was swapped every time he made a wish, which side would he live on if all five senses were swapped?
he felt a little regretful about his hasty action, but quickly convinced himself rationally that he had actually done nothing wrong.
If a b can keep your family safe, sacrificing your eyes is probably not a big price to pay.
xin Junmao already remembered everything that happened at the concert that night. he was drawn to the woman's spec
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