In a dim, ruined temple, a figure in a thin robe knelt on the ground, clutching a rope and muttering to himself.
“Father, Mother, it's all my fault for trusting a villain and being blinded by foolishness. I caused your deaths. Your son Chen'er is coming to join you now.”
After speaking, he knocked his head against the temple's cold floor several times, picked up the rope he had prepared, and threw it over a crossbeam.
He put his head through the noose. The stool beneath his feet trembled, and a feeling of suffocation instantly engulfed him.
Am I going to die?
On the walls of Wudi City, the wind howled, whipping Li Chen's clothes. A huge black dragon circled overhead, black clouds roiling in its wake. With his hands clasped behind his back, Li Chen gazed down at the densely packed crowd. Unmoved by the pressure of the demonic dragon above, he crooked a finger at them.
“Come on, defeat me, and the whole world is yours.”
Brothers, Muzi, thank you here. Please leave a souvenir. No matter good or bad, I am grateful. I really can't stand it, so I apologize in advance.
Come on, author, I've finished reading the first book.
It's a bit interesting at the beginning, so let's keep it going.