Blackstone Code

~: two thousand seven hundred and seventeen

The sound of fierce firefights shook everyone's eardrums, and people kept wailing and falling down. The things invented by people did not bring any good memories to mankind, but only countless disasters and pain.

Just like this moment, a young soldier lay on the ground, looking at the sky.

The reflection of the sky was reflected in his pupils. These eyes were supposed to see more beautiful scenery.

But it and everything in front of it will stay here forever.

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