However, from beginning to end, he was just an Avenger, a failed Avenger.

After so many years of hard work, I have given up so much and struggled so many times. In the end, what's the use of doing so much?

The most important thing is that it cannot be done.

Rongli knelt slowly on the ground and covered his face with both hands.

He has always hated darkness, and that is the culprit that makes him an Avenger.

But he probably had already been unrecognizable. From the first time, it was really unavoidable, because the interests destroyed a family.

After all, if you want to get it, you have to pay.

Especially people like him who have no support and climbed up from the bottom of the house by themselves.

There are some opportunities, and you can also give it up appropriately.

If you have some choices, you really have no choice.

The real one cannot help but won't give others less money, but they all need options.

It will only give people the option of either dying or opening Pandora's box to live.

Rongli chose this path and also had a corresponding enlightenment. He always warned himself not to forget his original intention.

He even doubled down on doing more things he could to feed back, carefully maintaining the balance between good and evil in his heart.

However, good and evil are not addition and subtraction. Those unavoidable facts eventually turn into cause and effect, which is so heavy that it makes people sad.

The road to forbidden spells is so far and long, not to mention that person, who has already reached forbidden spells for many years.

Rongli sighed again, and continued to ask questions in his heart that he had murmured countless times.

Maybe, he had been tired long ago by relying on hatred alone and wanted to give up long ago.

However, the sins committed became the evil spirits who beat him up on the road of revenge.

They howled repeatedly, resentful, unwilling, and obsessed in their hearts.

Blame your own crime.

Mocking at your cowardice.

Resenting one's own fatigue.

Rongli covered her face and faced the desolation in her heart.

His spiritual world has been riddled with holes in his life, but he has never shed tears.

Crying is just a physical reaction, and sometimes it cannot bear the tragedy of human emotions accumulated to the limit.

...

Tang Jin on the other side put down the information.

After reading the information, for a moment, he seemed to see the story of himself struggling in another time and space. The timeline has no background, no talent, and no inheritance.

Can you stick to your own way until you die?

Tang Jin smiled, not constantly rebelling in his heart, but made a decision:

"I want this person."
Chapter completed!