But it still has a trident in its hand.
Seafood trident is firmly supporting
It still has flames burning in its eyes.
I don’t know whether that persistence is a promise or a wait.
"You’re getting more and more interesting." Drizzt nodded again. "But what?"
"Because …" This time Fitz finally spoke.
His immature voice has become hoarse and embarrassing because of serious injuries.
"Oh no" twist interrupted it.
He played cards again.
This time …
"Tear …"
"Poof-"
It’s separation
It’s blood spray
This time
It’s Fitz’s left hand
It sticks to its left hand.
Hold up your left hand.
With that seafood trident
Fly to the sky together
And blood.
It finally fell down.
"I suddenly don’t want to know" twist shook his head and smiled "goodbye"
whisper
Card
heart
Goodbye?
"Pa-"
stop
Jack …
Are you here? to be continued
Ps first Geng
Page 421 A lot of seafood lobsters
"Come a little late"
Or come early?
Burning sensation