#0: Final Remarks

When I finished writing the ending of the IF line, all of a sudden…how to say…

If you have to describe it, it should be compassion.

It sounds a little strange, and I feel sympathy for the protagonist of my own writing. But I know what comes next will be different, completely different.

In the past, no matter how many difficulties I wrote and how hard I tried, the protagonist would eventually come to a happy ending. I found the happy ending route from 10,000 solutions.

But this time is different, Le Yu will be like a footless bird with broken wings, being hit by wind and rain and falling into the abyss, and finally sinking forever, never able to fly again. He will be covered in blood and mud, drink grief and hatred, make big mistakes step by step, and step into **** step by step.

He will cut all bonds completely, and be tortured endlessly in the world I created… Obviously he has done nothing bad.

As I opened a new chapter in preparation for my long-awaited final volume, I suddenly felt bad.

I regret it, not only to you, but also to me a year ago.

As I said in my book, “Dead and live” is a setting that I have prepared for a long time. When I was still in college five years ago, I felt that the setting of “I will replace the person who killed me” was very important. Interesting, can lead to a lot of interesting plots. I have hidden this setting for so long, on the one hand it is not in line with the market, on the other hand, I feel that my writing skills are not enough to control this setting.

A year ago, I finished two books, one for the eunuch, and when I was bored, I read back my own scraps (I read my scraps and thought what I wrote was very interesting), and decided to write “Death to Death” Substitute”, I think I can write the feeling I want, and I have conceived many particularly exciting plots in my mind.

But it turns out that I’m still not talented enough.

Because I found out one thing – Le Yu has no reason to accept the torture of the author’s illness.

He is a good person, and a good person should have a good ending, but the future I conceived for him is an interpretation of the impermanence of fate, the world turns people into ghosts… But it shouldn’t be like this, he shouldn’t be like this tragic.

As Le Yu said in the second volume, the world should not be like this.

I thought about it all day and felt that this was not in line with my aesthetics, let alone my three views. I said before that I wouldn’t feed shit, but isn’t this kind of black deep remnant really feed shit?

I just want to write interesting novels, not “Alive” and “Xu Sanguan Selling Blood” – even if it is “Alive”, it has the premise of Fugui’s early gambling addiction (not with Yu Hua) By comparison, Mr. Yu Hua’s works have always been classics that I’m afraid to read but want to see more and more.

It can only be said that I failed to leave enough foreshadowing in front, so there is no sufficient reason for Leyu to go to hell.

In fact, even the ending of the IF line hints at the sadness of Yue Yu. Even if they find the Well of Gods and Demons, it doesn’t make sense. As long as “dead and live” still exists in Le Yu, he will always be alone.

Therefore, I choose to end the book with the last sentence of the first volume.

Forget it.

I’ve lived up to everyone’s expectations.

Although the IF line is a little rough, I still hope that it is the end of this book and the beginning of Leyu’s journey.

However, in order to let everyone know how serious my illness is, I will write a short paragraph for everyone to see, please correct me.

—–The dividing line between hearing the day and being sick—–

The rain covered the sky and the sun, and the earth was dark.

There are more soldiers on the street than raindrops in the sky, sweeping over the sky, like mercury pouring down the ground, without any gaps at all.

Le Yu knew that he would draw a blood line under the rain curtain next.

Hiss.

The sharp-knife boots made a harsh sound on the ground, and Lu Lingyin, who was fully armored, clung to the chains on Le Yu’s waist, and let Le Yu’s sharp-knife boots drive her sharp-knife boots, like a winged bird galloping on the ground. .

“Serve Wen, is that this guy?” Yin Minghong led the army and asked loudly.

The waiter dressed in red blood armor, his voice was like a broken gong: “I can recognize it when it’s turned to ashes!”

“Damn, he’s the one we want to kill the most…”

“Quan Huiyao’s most annoying guy!”

“Cooperate with the waiter, the gun team listens to my orders and aims at him! All infantry units listen to my orders and follow the “Wuzhu Dianluo”, surround him and fight!” Mu Qingmei crouched on the ceiling of the corner building, The sound of Aiki tactics resounded across the battlefield.

“After years of hard work, you are finally at the end of the road!” Faceless holding the scepter of the world, standing in front of the army, quietly waiting for the arrival of Le Yu: “It seems that you still want to maintain the last dignity of the unparalleled God of War?”

“Look, it’s Lan Yan.” In the temporary headquarters on the second floor of the street building, Lin Xue couldn’t hold back his excitement, and couldn’t help but tell Qing Lan.

Le Yu raised her head, Qing Lan lowered her head, and the two of them met on the chilling battlefield through the gray rain curtain.

Ten years away~IndoMTL.com~ This is their long-lost reunion and their final farewell.

Life is impermanent…

Even if I have been lingering to death…

Even though many pledges are made…

“Woo…”

Lu Lingyin sniffed, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she lowered her head and grasped the chain connecting her to Leyu.

“It’s really rare, Lan Yan, you actually brought a burden to the battlefield.” Shi Wen sneered.

“No, she’s not a burden.”

Le Yu grabbed Lu Lingyin’s Bingbing’s hand with her left hand, and said calmly, “She is Lu Lingyin, the wife I am marrying.”

“My daughter’s mother.”

“I am Lan Yan, the only wife.”

“Only Wife!”

Lu Lingyin couldn’t control herself any longer. Tears burst down the bank, covering the cry in her throat. The big tears hit Le Yu’s hands together with the rain.

Qing Lan leaned against the edge of the window, her body trembling slightly, she bit her lip and said nothing.

Once the oath of the mountain alliance…the eternal love is deep…all are gone.

“Don’t cry.”

Qing Lan suddenly raised her head and looked at the sky. The wind direction changed slightly, and the raindrops hit her face mercilessly, running down the bridge of her nose like tears.

Le Yu grabbed Lu Lingyin’s hand.

“Don’t cry.”