drop..

Tick ​​tock!

The sound of purple blood dripping from the hourglass is more disgusting and uncomfortable than the finger scratching the blackboard or the fork scratching the glass.

But at this moment, it is like the sound of heaven!

Because it is the final judgment!

The death knell roared in the pilgrimage tower, and countless eyes were fixed on the hourglass in the Pope's hand.

Faster, faster.

The devil has come to an end!

Tick tock...

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