Goodbye, my bride-
The last sentence rang out softly. It entered her ears like the wind, and then disappeared like the wind.
The rhythm of the crimson moon sounded again. It was light and fleeting, but it inexplicably made people feel sad and sad. It was like the crimson moon that suddenly changed in the sky. The city was filled with death, and blood quietly dripped.
The sun and moon changed, and the stars moved. The ancient town became a modern construction. People also forgot the ancient legends and the history that happened in this small town.
Only the red moon that appeared once every hundred years was recorded by generations and became a feature of this small city.
No one knew what the reincarnation of every hundred years represented. Only a group of people who had witnessed ancient history.
"Aaah!"
Ding Hong let out a mournful cry.
She struggled desperately, trying to escape from the embrace that was restraining her.
