Came in with a respiratory illness.
In front of a clean scalpel
There are enough washboards and pots of smelly water.
Bursts of friction and squeezing pus will eventually be released.
Zombies and carrion have been cleaned up.
The respiratory tract is clear and there is no silt.
?
Open the curtains and enter the blood vessels.
A ray of fresh air blew in.
You said you were a hairy tree.
Four legs and eight forks are in urgent need of planing and pushing your cruel general.
The forefinger and middle finger are deeply inserted into their throats.
Spit out tears of regret
The locked iron gate was opened after all.
?
The high wall power grid throws your vomit out the window.
The sentry on duty caught your attention.
The iron gate smiles at you in the excitement of turning around.
Author: Mi Hongde
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