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Categories: unapologetic
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-How does it feel to kill someone? --It's great! -How does it feel to kill a ghost? --Guess? Seventeen years old to join the mercenary army, the fire years sharpened, 21 years old retired to return to his hometown, would like to be on the plain and simple days, but why the fate of the people, alone on the journey, the fate of the war in the nine heavens! A will be accomplished ten thousand bones withered, must first labor their muscles and bones, come on, come on, go home with me to plant the fields.