Please give me a monthly ticket for blood collapse

If the monthly ticket list is an African grassland, the pursuers behind them are the African Black Uncle. They run like a perpetual motion machine, never stopping. Whenever the cute deer in front of them stops to drink water and eat grass, they scare it away with javelins and bows, and then continue chasing it. Until one day, the cute deer is so thirsty that she starves to death, and goes bankrupt and dies. The black Uncle will smile and pounce on her muscles and bones, peel off her skin and make clothes...

Such a cruel thing can only be avoided by a large number of monthly tickets!

Please give me a monthly ticket!

You can't be caught up by the black uncle...

If dying anus is a sin, black dying anus is a sin that adds to sin!

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Chapter completed!