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Out of the blue, he overlapped with that shadow in the dream, as if! There was a stabbing pain in his heart, and the mark on his chest blazed like fire, like a demonic spark constantly burning. Slowly close his eyes, but the mouth is swimming in light reading, strange and familiar words:
"Flowers bloom on the other side of the shore, the life and death of the Underworld, forgetting the river does not cross, vowed to turn into a demon ......"
The prison of the Underworld violently struck by a sudden shock, so familiar words, seems to be where to hear I've heard them before. In a trance, the hand gradually loosened, looking at that small face due to suffocation and reddened, for no reason flooded with heartache. 'Heartache'? What a ridiculous word! Does he have a heart? There was a faint bitterness and despair in the smile, but it was hidden in an instant.
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