C1207 Hate(1)

I held the Cross in my hand and weighed it. It was about the same weight as a handbag, and when I flipped it over, I found that there was nothing on the back. However, there was a few bright red things on the bottom level of the Cross.

I thought of it as a little toy and wanted to throw it away, but when I smelled blood I changed my mind and searched my bag.

As the Yin Yang Master of the East