Even the green magical seed in the second inner palace has dissipated.

Life is lost.

On New Year's Eve of the year 3918 in the Dao calendar, Dong A was beheaded in Xin'an City, the capital of the Zhuang Kingdom.

Boom!

Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder exploded.

The sky was dark and heavy, and the showers that had been brewing for a long time finally fell.

Jiang Wang still maintained the posture of kneeling down on Dong A, pulling out the killing nails one by one and putting them away.

His movements are slow and serious.

Dong Ah is dead, Dong Ah is truly dead.

Jiang Wang looked up at the sky, and the raindrops all over the sky were falling towards him.

This is New Year's Eve in the year 3918 in the Tao calendar.

Because it was raining, because the rain was too heavy, Jiang Wang couldn't tell whether he was crying or not!

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[Originally I wanted to end it this way, because this is the scene I really want to freeze.

In the opening chapter of Good Night Volume, Jiang Wang left Yuncheng and walked down the Cloud Stairs, leaving only his back to the world. And An An was in Ye Qingyu's arms, stepped onto the Cloud Stairs, and walked up to the sky.

At that time, I thought of today's scene, one in Yuncheng, one in Xin'an, one in laughter, one in sadness. This is Jiang Wang's choice and Jiang Wang's responsibility.

I have revised this chapter many times, and every time it is good, but I want the best.

Finally, it is presented to everyone.

This is the importance of saving the manuscript. If you don't save the manuscript, you can only make occasional adjustments.

The ending here is also very good, full of emotions, and very consistent with my personal aesthetics.

But considering the overall layout of the article, I sat there all day and had a better choice.
Chapter completed!