"If you were to say that you were God, perhaps I would be moved and bow down to you."
"Are you a foreign doll puppet, deity?"
Amelia raised the iron rod and said, "I'm sorry, the textbooks were different, the mythological stories were incorrect, I also didn't play with dolls, and I certainly didn't want to be your valued servant."
"I'm asking you right now, the Spiritual Being you swallowed, did you spit it out by yourself or did I make you spit it out?"
When Amelia said this sentence, she had already bitten her finger.
The fingertip traced across the iron rod, swirling good fortune entwined with Zen, floating on top of the iron rod.
The little girl saw that she didn't follow the routine and her eyes narrowed slightly. Suddenly, an endless resentment burst out from her pupils, pure e
