[You have devoured a piece of Noel's flesh.]
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[You have devoured a piece of Noel's flesh.]
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[You have devoured a piece of Noel's flesh. (99+ omitted)]
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Hundreds of scarlet system notifications crazily scrolled across the screen.
The fingertips felt no intense touch, only the continuous thrill of absorption and devouring.
Bones, blood, muscles, skin, organs, strands of hair.
Scarlet, dark red, pale, ink black.
Like colors spilling over from a palette.
Like fireworks blooming above the Ferris wheel at an amusement park.
Like the colors of a bird's stomach being slit open.
When Su Ming'an came to his senses, he didn't see the white pigeon, but instead a shower of beautiful roses, a red and white rose blooming before his eyes.
