Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The night was as dark as ink, and the moon was as white as snow.
Accompanied by the evening breeze, the woman in the purple dress held various talismans filled with runes in her left hand and a brush covered in an unknown sticky liquid in her right hand. She squatted on the ground and painted.
As she was engrossed in painting, she subconsciously muttered.
“So that despicable and shaless person lives in this dark tunnel. No wonder his personality is so sinister and black-bellied. He lives in the ground like a rat every day. How can he not be dark?”
“Tonight, I will definitely return a hundred tis the pain he inflicted on the previous two tis!”
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