Ninety-nine divorces, ninety-nine rebirths, and each time, Jiang Chen died on the same day.
When the first sword pierced his heart, he was still unwilling and resentful.
Now, facing the humiliation of his ninety-ninth fiancée, he just calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Oh, I got it." He turned around and walked towards the forbidden tower that no one dared to approach.
Behind him, the sneer of his fiancée and the ridicule of everyone could be heard: "A waste is a waste, and only dares to seek death."
The tower door opened automatically in front of him, the divine light rose into the sky, and the ancient bells resounded throughout the world.
Jiang Chen stepped into the tower, chuckled and whispered: "This time, it's my turn to hunt."
