一顆胖石頭

Silver light bullets erupt from the muzzle, and the name of the Holy Ranger echoes throughout the world in place of the Punisher. The dead have nowhere to be buried, the Grim Reaper has nowhere to hide; the Death Knight perished beneath the flames, only to be resurrected upon the desert sands. Wolf howls entwine with fresh blood; the vampires are already here, the werewolves are about to emerge, and the era of the half-breed has arrived. This is a wish fallen to the mortal world, the salvation of the yearning, and a playground for the bored. Ding Hao: "I swear, I'm just a good genie!