After this incident, Long Tian’s daughter cried all day long and became depressed. She passed away in less than three years.
Because of this incident, his son became more distant from him. Their occasional conversations were all about the affairs of the Demon Kingdom, and the warmth he once had was no longer felt.
Even Zhenzhen, who had always been with him, was depressed and bedridden because of her daughter's death. Even though Long Tian put aside state affairs and came to take care of her personally, she still refused to speak.
Sitting on the dragon throne that was two people high, Long Tian glanced at the group of frightened ministers below. He felt that he was completely alone. An unprecedented sense of fatigue swept over him, and he didn't want to open his eyes again after closing them.
However, his mission has not been completed yet. There are still people in the demon country causing trouble and chaos. He cannot just fall down like this, at least not now.
At the age of 646, Long Tian spent decades carrying out a new round of cleanup of the Demon Kingdom.
This time, the cleanup targets no one or any force, even his children are included.
As long as anyone violates the laws of the demon country and brings disaster to the country and the people, he will wield the butcher knife without hesitation and show no mercy.
But every time it involves his relatives or people related to his relatives, Long Tian will still leave some room and will not do things too drastically.
On the one hand, he did this because he was afraid that he would become a murderer and become a tyrant of the demon country without knowing it. On the other hand, he also wanted to gain Zhenzhen's forgiveness.
Long Tian and Zhenzhen have walked hand in hand for hundreds of years, and there are rarely conflicts between them, but this time, Zhenzhen is really heartbroken and has not spoken to Long Tian for decades.
Perhaps Long Tian will never be able to wait for Zhenzhen's forgiveness in this lifetime. He forced his son-in-law to death in front of all his relatives, so that his daughter could not bear the blow and died of depression. Even his wife who had been with him for most of his life could not accept his cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness.
At the age of 672, Long Tian, who had never taken a concubine in his life, suddenly announced that he would select several concubines to enter the palace.
For a time, the entire Demon Kingdom was in an uproar, and those big families rushed to send the most beautiful women in their families to Long Tian, hoping to establish a relationship and get on board Long Tian's big ship.
However, not long after Long Tian announced that he was taking a concubine, he cancelled it, leaving those busy families stunned.
There have been countless rumors about this matter among the people, but none of them have guessed Long Tian’s intentions correctly.
In fact, Long Tian did this just to attract Zhenzhen's attention.
The love between him and Zhenzhen was so deep that he would not tolerate anyone interfering. Even his descendants had many wives and concubines, but only Long Tian never took a concubine in his entire life.
Long Tian just wanted to piss off Zhenzhen so that she would not be able to help but come to him.
To be honest, Long Tian himself felt that this trick was a bit childish, and he felt a little embarrassed after being exposed by Zhenzhen.
But this simple trick really worked. Zhenzhen, who had not spoken to him for more than 70 years, finally reconciled with him.
In fact, Zhenzhen had forgiven him a long time ago, or rather, there had never been any resentment, so there was naturally no such thing as forgiveness.
Although Zhenzhen was sad for a long time because of her daughter's depression, this matter was not essentially Long Tian's fault.
His son-in-law is corrupt and commits adultery, and his daughter is against him. No one can tolerate him shielding such a heinous criminal.
Long Tian's actions were a bit impulsive, but there was nothing wrong with them in essence. He had devoted his entire life to the Demon Kingdom and put in so much effort. Others might not have felt it clearly, but Zhenzhen had always seen it.
The reason why Zhenzhen ignored him was not only because of the sadness over her daughter's death, but more because she wanted to take this opportunity to let Long Tian calm down and reflect on himself. He had indeed gone too far in some things.
After many years, a smile finally appeared on Long Tian's aging face again.
He was no longer focused on the affairs of the Demon Kingdom like he used to be. Instead, he cared more about the people around him. Whenever he had free time, he would have a long chat with Zhenzhen, or call his descendants to his side, communicate with them patiently, and try to understand the world of these young people.
However, the good times did not last long. Not long after Long Tian and Zhenzhen reconciled, Zhenzhen fell ill and was in critical condition.
When she was angry with Long Tian before, Zhenzhen pretended to be sick, but this time, she was really sick. Her face was pale and there was a sense of death lingering around her body.
Only then did Long Tian realize that, without him noticing, Zhenzhen had transformed from a charming young woman into an old woman in her twilight years.
The knife of time has never spared anyone from ancient times to the present, and today, it finally fell on Zhenzhen's head.
At the age of 684, Zhenzhen passed away due to illness. Before she died, she held Long Tian's hand tightly, her lips trembling, as if she had endless words to say, but in the end, the hand loosened, fell on the bed, and gradually became cold.
Long Tian stood blankly in front of Zhenzhen's bed, saying nothing, doing nothing, just standing there quietly, from morning to night, from spring to autumn.
Until a gust of cold wind blew, heavy snow began to fall outside the window, and a cold coffin swayed past Long Tian's eyes amidst his grief-stricken cries. He suddenly woke up, and two drops of turbid tears slid down from the corners of his eyes and were frozen into icicles by the cold wind.
After Zhenzhen left, the last bit of tenderness in Long Tian's heart was gone.
From now on, all he had in his eyes was this huge demon country and the oath he made when he was young.
The killing continues without stopping.
At the age of 709, Long Tian already had a head full of white hair, wrinkles all over his face, and his waist was not as straight as before.
But his majesty still frightens his ministers, and his courage still makes the people admire him.
At the age of 724, Long Tian's eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of fog, and he could not see clearly. His legs also became somewhat uncontrollable and would tremble slightly after standing for a long time.
But even so, he could still scold his ministers while sitting on the dragon throne, and scold all the evil ministers and generals so much that they dared not raise their heads.
At the age of 731, Long Tian raised his trembling right hand and wrote the last word "behead" in his life on the imperial edict, and couldn't help but let out a weak sigh.
He knew that where there was sun there would be shadows, so he could only try his best to keep the Demon Kingdom at noon, the moment when the shadows were the smallest.
He is old and has one foot in the grave.
He has done his best in this life, and as for what will happen in the future, it is not something he can decide.
At the age of seven hundred and thirty-five, Long Tian suddenly felt cold all over, just like when he saw Zhenzhen lying in the coffin, so cold that it made him panic.
He wrapped himself in a quilt, curled up on the dragon throne, and asked the guards to carry him to a spacious place. At this time, a beam of warm morning light came from the east and shone on him.
He felt that the coldness that had troubled him for years was instantly dispelled, and a reassuring warmth surged into his body, gradually calming his inner panic.
Maybe he was overthinking it. He still had a long life ahead of him and had not yet reached the end of his rope.
Long Tian lay quietly, enjoying the warmth that he had not felt for a long time.
But gradually, the warmth faded away, and the cold chill resurfaced and became more rampant.
In a panic, he opened his hazy eyes, frowned, and tried to look towards the west, but he could not see anything clearly. He just felt that the light was gradually dimming, and the gentle breeze became a little cold and biting.
He seemed to understand something, and collapsed weakly on the dragon throne. He opened his misty eyes and looked up at the sky.
"Qi died of illness at the age of sixty-eight, Huang fell asleep at the age of eighty-two, Lin Jie died at the age of one hundred and ninety-four, and Su Changsheng passed away at the age of five hundred and sixty-one..."
"Now...it's finally my turn..."
"Master...are you truly the only one in this world who can live forever?"
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