Is there still any meaning in staying alive?

Diao Chan is already dead.

Diao Chan is summoning me in another world: "Zhu Lou! I am not a potato, I am not Zhao Feiyan, I am Diao Chan, Diao Chan, Diao Chan!"

I leaned my head towards the three feet of white silk...

As I stuck out my tongue, a fly landed on it and eagerly sucked.

Finally, the fly is no longer afraid of me.

Another fly flew over...

A group of flies.

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