Arya's crazy dream spread like a bridge.
But he knows that this is not a dream, this is reality, and there is the darkest, most terrible darkness.
That fear was always with him.
At that moment, Aria saw where the screams were ing from.
That was the sound ing from his palm.
Blood flowed from the palm where the thorns had pierced, and Aria's body temperature melted into the thorns.
He only did emergency medical care, dropped off medical supplies, and threw away boxes without hesitation.
Things were left on the sofa.
But something strange happened this time.
The couch, which had been there for some time, made another horrible noise.
It sounds like a scream.
Such unusual noises indicate that the sofa has reached the end of its life.
When Aaliyah noticed this, the couch started to collapse, seemingly out of shape from the slightest push.
After half a second, it pletely disappeared, and where the chair was, there was rotten wood, cloth, and other black things.
Aria looked at the black donation box and saw what she saw there.
He had to accept that this was his legacy.
There is no other option.
(Am I bad?
Aria walked up to him and held out her hand.
Everything seemed normal except for the pain in the wound.
Nothing strange happened.
Aria shook her head at this miracle, and after thinking about it seriously, she came to the following conclusion.
The last grave of this legacy must be trash.
It is used for burning and heating, but it is sold as a poisonous gas, and no one will take it back even if it is sold.
Then something worse happened.
The wood of the sofa suddenly split open, revealing the remains of a dead insect.
Autumn sounds like spring thunder.
Aria finally lost control of herself and clearly understood what the idiot was doing.
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