I'm Wu Yong, and it's come to this point, I can't die yet.

My relatives were killed one after another in front of my eyes, and I finally woke up.

It's too late, even if I'm the youngest and most gifted Sage in history, I can't go back.

At this moment, I am not so angry, or my anger has reached the limit where I can no longer feel anger.

I'm sorry Laifu, the ending is still like this after all, and Uncle Mo's final struggle can only save one person.

Stepping over corpses, this was the "second time" I had left the house and headed far away.

I've been thinking about the question, do these so-called sacrifices make sense?

During the days when I was asleep, my father often came to "chat" with me. He believes that the most disgusting heredity of our Wu family is the so-called sacrifice.

Self-righteous sacrifice not only sacrifices oneself, but also constantly forces others to sacrifice.

But in the end, my father still chose this path that he had delayed the most. Use your own life, the life of the whole family to act in a play, play a real death, four lives, to exchange one person's life.

Is it worth it? Eight-year-old children know that four yuan must be much more than one yuan, and they will never be willing to exchange four packets of honey for one packet of peach crisp.

Unless this child really loves peach cakes, just like my father and mother love me, paranoid, great, and selfish.

But are they doing it wrong? Grandpa used his life to end a war with countless casualties and saved thousands of people.

Although not too many people have feelings for him.

Grandpa Tai exchanged his life for the lives of his three sons, and he saved his own sons and saved three families.

Although in the end, he was brutally killed.

Grandpa used his life to continue his own little family, and he saved four people, including me.

Although it soon lost its meaning.

My father traded the life of the family just to exchange my life, and he saved me.

Although it will eventually lose its meaning.

I can't speculate other than my grandfather, because he will naturally have his deeper reasons.

Grandpa, grandpa, father and mother, they were saved by sacrificing for love. How can I feel that they are doing something wrong?

If, just to say, Grandpa chose to continue the struggle, the outcome might be similar, but it would be better to lose the pressure, torture, and pain of these tens of thousands of years.

I can't blame anyone, and there's nothing I can do to change if. The only fact I know now is that the constant retreat will only lead to the abyss.

I didn't back down, and I don't do now. I will carry their hopes and fulfill my fantasy if, even if it fails like the last time, but by the time I die, our family has at least taken two steps forward.

With these two steps, there will be three steps, four steps, and a hundred steps and a thousand steps. No matter who it is, there will always be someone who walks forward with the footprints of this family.

I walked very fast, because I was in a hurry, not in a hurry to take revenge, but in a hurry to get to the end and let go of the boulder in my heart.

And I'm strong, and if I'm just in a hurry, no one can catch up with me. No one stopped me along the way, they didn't even notice me. Until I walked to the dormitory of the man who had devoured my family like a monster for tens of thousands of years.

He knew I would come, but he didn't expect me to come so soon, like a traveler.

The Sage's fight was turned upside down, he didn't want to come back to rest after killing me, and I didn't want to implicate more innocent lives. We came to the East China Sea together, like friends who have not seen each other for many years, flying side by side and enjoying the sea scenery together.

He is so strong that there is no way to go further, and his strength is not much different from back then.

Because I haven't cultivated for too many years, I'm just the same in terms of strength as the last time I fought him.

It's business as usual, but this time I'm working harder, not so much fighting, but rather a death-seeking person who longs for his opponent to die with him.

He also seemed to be taken aback by my death-seeking style, and although he quickly got used to it, it was more difficult than before.

Maybe I really have a chance to die with him.

The battle lasted for many days, and the aftermath even caused a tsunami, and the spirit beasts and creatures in the sea within a radius of ten miles also hid far away, so that this sea area became lifeless from the surface of the sea to the bottom of the sea.

Finally, on the tenth day, the battle was drawing to a close, and I landed on the sand of an island, and the water caressed me over and over again, as if to comfort me, and as if it was trying to drag me to hell.

After all, the ending has not changed, I thought I would accept this ending very calmly, but how can this be done easily?

I'm still unwilling, just a little bit, this time it's just a little bit worse.

The more I thought about it, the heavier my body became, not to mention my hands and feet, and even my breathing felt very tired and laborious.

He dragged his badly injured body and walked towards me step by step.

He walked slowly, and it seemed that he was not in a hurry.

With each step, I walked more steadily, and when he covered the sun on my face, he already had the strength to raise the knife in his hand high.

When I saw the knife fall on me, my mind went blank, there was no reluctance, no hatred, no looking back on my life or missing my parents.

I'm wondering, what does it feel like to actually die? Will my consciousness continue? Continuing into another life?

Maybe I'm someone who died many years ago, but why did I completely lose the memory of my past life?

Or will my soul be trapped in this body forever, until the corpse is gone, and the soul will remain in the same place?

I hope it's the first one, maybe I can deceive God at the moment of continuation, I can keep my memory, maybe I can still be born in the rouge shop at the mouth of the alley, maybe I can go one step again in 10,000 years.

The knife fell, and the sunlight reflected on the eyes of the blade was even more dazzling than directly shining on the eyes.

It's quite like our family.,Death after going around and around is more unwilling than a straightforward death.。。

If... Huh... What if....

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