It’s hard to shake his head: “You are a loose soul. If you want to be completely good, you have to eat the demon soul.”
“Demon Soul?” Brooke took out a charm from his waist and put a few souls out, and they turned around Brooke like an elf.
There are red, purple, white, yellow, and colorful.
“Is it this one?”
Difficult to widen his eyes: “Where are you from.”
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