Die For Life

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When I finished writing the ending of the IF line, suddenly... how to put it...

If I have to describe it, it should be compassionate.

It sounds strange, feeling compassionate towards the protagonist in his own writing. But I know the next step is different from before, completely different.

In the past, no matter how many difficulties I wrote, no matter how hard I was, the protagonist would eventually come to the end, find the Happyending route from 10,000 solutions, and all the setbacks and trials will eventually be in jokes.

But this time it was different. Leyu would be like a footless bird with its wings broken, falling into the abyss by wind and rain, and eventually perish forever and never fly again. He will be wrapped in blood and mud, sipping sorrow and hatred, making big mistakes step by step, stepping into **** step by step.

He will completely cut off all fetters and suffer endless torture in the world I created... Obviously he has never done anything bad.

When I opened a new chapter and prepared to knock out the long-awaited final volume, I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

I regretted it, not only for you, but also for me a year ago.

As I said in the book, "Death for life" is a setting I prepared for a long time. When I was in college five years ago, I thought the setting of "I replace the one who killed me" was very interesting. Leads out a lot of interesting plots. I have hidden this setting for so long. On the one hand, it does not meet the market, but on the other hand, I feel that my pen power is not enough to control this setting.

A year ago, I finished two books, one book by the eunuch. When I was bored, I read my scrapped manuscripts (I read my scrapped manuscripts and thought my writing was interesting), so I decided to write "Death and substitute for life." I think I can write the feelings I want, and I have conceived a lot of particularly exciting plots in my mind.

But it turns out that I am actually not enough.

Because I found one thing-Leyu 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. However, the future I conceived for him is interpreting the impermanence of fate, the world turns people into ghosts... but it shouldn’t be like this, he shouldn’t be so miserable.

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

I thought for a whole day, and I felt that this was not in line with my aesthetics, and even more inconsistent with my three views. I said before that I don’t know how to feed shit.

I just want to write interesting novels, not "Being Alive" and "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood"-even "alive", anyway, it has the blessings of the early gambling habit (not compared with Mr. Yu Hua It means that Mr. Yu Hua’s works have always been classics that the more I look at them, the more I dared not read them, but the more I want to see them).

It can only be said that I failed to leave enough foreshadowing in front, so there is not enough reason to let Leyu go into hell.

In fact, even the ending of the IF line faintly indicates the sadness of Leyu. Even if they find the Well of Gods and Demons, it doesn't make any sense. As long as the "death for life" still exists in Leyu one day, he will always be alone.

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

never mind.

It failed everyone's expectations.

Although the IF line is slightly rough, I still hope that it is the end of this book and the starting point of the journey of happy language.

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

-----Listening to the dividing line of sickness-----

The rain screen obscures the sky, and the earth is dull.

There are more soldiers on the street than there are raindrops in the sky.

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

hiss.

Snapping boots made a harsh sound on the ground. Lu Lingyin, who was fully armored, clung to the chains on Leyu's waist, and let Leyu's slash boots drive her slash boots, like a winged bird galloping on the ground.

"Servant, is this guy?" Yin Minghong led the army to come and asked loudly.

The waiter, who was dressed in blood armor, sounded like a broken gong: "I know it even after it's turned ashes!"

"Damn, he is the one we want to kill the most..."

"Quan Huiyao's most troublesome guy!"

"Cooperate with Servant, the gun team listened to my orders and aimed at him! All the infantry units listened to my orders and followed the "Strategy of the Martial Columns" to surround him and fight!" Mu Qingmei squatted on the ceiling of the small building on the street corner, fighting together The voice of law resounded across the battlefield.

"Fighting hard for several years, you are finally on your way!" Faceless holding the scepter of aeons, standing in front of the army, quietly waiting for the arrival of the happy words: "It seems that you still want to maintain the last dignity of the Wushuang God of War?"

"Look, it's Lan Yan." In the temporary headquarters on the second floor of the street building, Lin Xue couldn't contain the excitement in her heart, and she couldn't help but said to Qing Lan.

Leyu raised his head, Qing Lan lowered his head, and the two of them passed through the gray rain curtain and met on the battlefield.

After a ten-year absence, this is their long-lost reunion and the final farewell.

impermanence of life……

Even though it has been lingering...

Even though many mountain alliances have been promised...

"Woo..."

Lu Lingyin sniffed, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, opened his mouth to say something, but after all, he lowered his head and grasped the chain that connected her to Leyu.

"It's rare, Lan Yan, you actually went to the battlefield with a burden." Shi Wen sneered.

"No, she is not a burden."

Le Yu's left hand grabbed Lu Lingyin Bingbing's hand back~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said calmly: "She is Lu Lingyin, the wife I am married to by Ming Media."

"My daughter's mother."

"My Lan Yan, the only wife."

"The only wife!"

Lu Lingyin couldn't control herself anymore, tears burst down the bank, covering the cry in his throat, and big tears hit Leyu's hand with the rain.

Qing Lan held on to the edge of the window, her body trembling slightly, she bit her lips tightly and said nothing.

The former mountain alliance and each other... the eternal lover's love...

"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.

Leyu grasped Lu Lingyin's hand tightly.

"Don't cry."