In his mind, everything that had happened that year repeated every night. Those tragic scenes made him increasingly unable to control himself. More and more people in the palace died under his sword.
In the beginning, Ji Rong would feel pain or hate this side of her.
Until later.
Slowly, he became numb.
Ji Rong had become a true tyrant, cruel and bloodthirsty. What had happened in the past had become a demon barrier that he could never see through.
He had lived the life that he hated the most.
He was a tyrannical King.
He really deserved death.
Ji Rong had also suffered many assassinations, but none of them had succeeded. In the past few days, Ji Rong had even been waiting, waiting to see if anyone could really kill him.
He was tired of living.
But thinking about it carefully, if this was the case for the rest of his life, it would be a huge loss.
After his trip to the human world, his life had been a mess.
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