The fate-threatened Keke, innocent and charming, that pure smile, those clear and clean eyes, and the tender babbling voice, is it really impossible to ever see again, those bloody little paw prints... Why do you always get hurt?
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Xiao Chen held the blood-drenched battlefield, slowly shattering them, scattering the corpse-mud over the Jiuzhou Continent, until his hands held nothing but emptiness.
Jiuzhou, a burial ground for bones, burying all the old acquaintances, such deep sorrow, who can bear it.
With no tears to be shed, no words to be spoken, Xiao Chen could only stare blankly at this vast land.
In the end, he gazed towards Luoyang City, where blood surged to the sky, the only source of life, where the Otherworldly Ancestral Gods sat in protection, unknown what they defend.
After a long contemplation, Xiao Chen silently turned away, with the north wind howling and snowflakes fluttering, he departed alone.