Again, including the bells, I have never deliberately arranged the process and ending of them (theirs).

And all of this is just the consequence of my substitution into this book.

When I wrote Chapter 1499, I suddenly thought of the bell, and for no reason, when the spear came through the air, I thought of the bell for no reason.

Then he wrote this chapter with tears in his eyes, the title of the chapter: That moment, sorrow!

A dog uses the word "shang" and those who have richer inner world know that this is the author's inner portrayal.

Then his emotions suddenly became excited and tragic.

Then, I want to write Zhu Di, the last emperor of the Han people, his heroic and unyielding, and his veterans' immortality. I suddenly want to write them out and tell you that the Ming Dynasty was not what you saw. It has an unyielding king and a king who looked down on the world.

Whether I am seeking the roots or imagining it out of thin air, I think that the Ming Dynasty, the last dynasty of the Han people, never lacks backbone and blood!

My body was trembling at that time, and I swore that I must write these out and write them well!

But starting from Chapter 1499, I didn't have a card. Perhaps it was the aura that supported me. I kept writing, writing about the war, writing about Zhu Di

I do my best, my blood is boiling, and I can achieve it in one go!

I think from Chapter 1499 until Zhu Di's departure, I was writing the condensed life of an emperor and a warrior based on my instinct and consciousness.

Tears flowed!

Then my emotions began to be deep and sad, and it continued uncontrollably until now.

When I decided to write Zhu Di's last moment, I knew very well what this climax would bring. Maybe some people would feel overjoyed and it was time to leave! Some people would feel depressed and leave temporarily

But until now, I still have no regrets!

I am very satisfied that I did not write down the emperor Zhu Di, otherwise I would regret and feel guilty. I guess I didn’t have the time to write it.

Then, who will light up that lamp, that lonely lamp in the dark night

Too much substitution has made me feel extremely depressed these days, almost haggard.

Tragic!

Never know that the consequences of completely substituting a book will be so tragic!

But there is no regret!
Chapter completed!