Everyone stared blankly at the pool of blood on the ground and did not speak for a long time.
Tears were falling from everyone's eyes.
A sense of eternal sadness and suffocation lingered in everyone's heart.
What kind of great maternal love was this?
Without letting out a cry of pain, he left the last of his tenderness to his daughter.
They were not Magnolia, but they were still moved by this kind of ancient maternal love.
After Magnolia had woken up, if she had known that this dream was real, how despair would she have been?
William suddenly raised her head in sorrow!
"Ah!!"
He threw his head back and roared!
This sentence was filled with countless anger and sorrow!
And he relied on William's endless anger!
This damn world!
The good died, and the evil laughed!
Why? The strong indulged in sensuous and luxurious enjoyment, while the weak were in joy and sorrow!
This roar, like a flash of lightning, was going to completely pierce through the dark red sky in front of him!