A puff of steam. Soft and silver steam. Pearly. Then, among the thick fog, a well-known and beloved figure:Princess Peach. Only she didn't emanated the familiar fruity scent, around her didn't hover an aura of benevolence, 你 could not feel the tenderness of her being.On the contrary, a scent of wild 玫瑰 and berries, a look completely devoid of warmth, cold as a stalactite of ice. And a hard expression, frowning, as offended 由 something great, beyond any disappointment.
The King of the Koopa skipped 由 leaps and bounds, in that suspended atmosphere so glacial and gloomy. His body, however,...
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