You Are Strong But It’s Mine Now

When I finished writing the ending of the IF line, all of a sudden... how do I put it...

If I had to describe it, it should be compassion.

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

In the past, no matter how many difficulties I wrote, no matter how hard I tried, the protagonist would eventually come to a happy ending. He 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, hit by the wind and rain and fall into the abyss, and eventually sink forever, unable 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 completely cut off all fetters and be tortured endlessly in the world I created... Obviously he has never done anything bad.

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

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

As I said when I opened the book, "Death to live" is a setting I have prepared for a long time. When I was still in college five years ago, I thought the setting of "I replace the person who killed me" was very interesting. Brings up a lot of interesting stories. 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 interesting), so I decided to write "Dead and Alive" Now, I think I can write the feeling I want, and I have conceived many particularly explosive plots in my mind.

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

Because I found one thing - there is no reason for Le Yu 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 an interpretation of the impermanence of fate, the world turns people into ghosts... But it shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't be so miserable.

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

I thought about it for a whole day and felt that it didn't fit 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 (no comparison with Mr. Yu Hua). , Mr. Yu Hua's works have always been the classics that the more I read, the more I dare not read them, but the more I want to see them).

It can only be said that I failed to leave enough foreshadowing ahead, so there is no sufficient reason for Le Yu to go to hell.

In fact, even the ending of the IF line faintly indicates 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.

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

never mind.

Live 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 the journey of Leyu.

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 listening to the sun and being sick-----

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

There are more soldiers on the street than the raindrops in the sky, and the sky is overwhelming, like mercury pouring down the ground, there is no gap 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, letting Le Yu's sharp-knife boots drive her sharp-knife boots, like a winged bird galloping across the ground.

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

The waiter, who was dressed in red-blooded battle armor, had an unpleasant voice like a broken gong: "I'll recognize it when it's turned to ashes!"

"Damn, he's the person we want to kill the most..."

"Quan Huiyao's most troublesome 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 Strategies", surround him and fight!" Mu Qingmei crouched on the ceiling of the corner building, fighting with Aiki. The voice of the law resounded on 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.

After ten years of absence, this is their long-lost reunion and their final farewell.

impermanence of life…

Even if it has been lingering to death...

Even though many pledges are made...

"Ugh..."

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 back with her left hand, and said calmly, "She is Lu Lingyin, the wife I'm marrying Mingmi."

"My daughter's mother."

"I'm Lan Yan, the only wife."

"The only wife!"

Lu Lingyin couldn't control herself any longer. Tears burst down, covering the crying in her throat. Big tears hit Le Yu's hands together with the rain.

Qing Lan held the edge of the window, her body trembled slightly, she bit her lip and said nothing.

Once upon a time, the oath of the mountain alliance...the eternal love of the couple is deep...they are gone.

"Don't cry."

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

Le Yu grabbed Lu Lingyin's hand.

"Don't cry."