I grew up to that day and never thought I was going to die.

Daddy's death was a hasty affair and a brushstroke.

The thunderstorm was purely accidental.

And I'm just because of destiny, but it's just a past that can't be escaped. Death is a natural and life-ending event. So there is no regret.

That day, the sky began to shine, and lightning was seen in the dark underworld, and the moment the purple light appeared, I realized that I was closer to death.

Will fate let you go? No. What has been lost will never have a chance to regain it, and the resentment will remain in the bottom of my heart. I also don't want to be the king of Hades, it's good to have a happy family, but my father and mother are buried by the passing years.

What is hate? It's that you know it's all because of that person, but you don't have the ability to make him get back everything you lost, and you see him continue to be arrogant and arrogant, and his arrogance is getting worse, but you can only do nothing.

The red light was strange and dazzling. The flowers on the other side can be regarded as the scenery of the underworld, stepping on this red life is like the nirvana of a phoenix.

I began to pick up the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and wrote down the last words stroke by stroke:

Looking back in this life, I lived in a daze, I didn't know anything when I was deceived, I lost all the things I treasured, and I had no regrets to talk about, just hate.

When I was alive, I was happy to be taken care of by everyone.

In fact, I don't have the desire to live anymore, because I don't have anything in my life anymore that I can look forward to. Destiny is so. What I hate is not that my life should not be extinguished, but that what I lost should not have been lost, I am a god in the underworld, and everyone knows that the accumulation of fate depends on the previous life to cultivate. I should have been grateful for the encounter, but now I have nothing to thank, I just feel unlucky, and this has nothing to do with conscience.

In the past, I was very afraid of death, because there are still many things to do in life, because there are too many desires and expectations, food, beautiful scenery, beautiful people, and ambitions, etc., but now I feel that they are all nothing.

Believe it or not, if you lose anything, you will not be afraid of anything. I am not rare in the practice of spells, and I have nothing to be rare about what position I will go to in the future, because this is not my choice, I was not born to be the king of Hades, you will fight for this fame and fortune, I am not thinking about this position today, it seems that I can't be a kind immortal, why lose it, I can't wave my hands to fight, am I born to be suppressed and should give in? I'm unwilling, so don't expect good things from me.

There is no leisure anymore, I no longer care about the elegance of the lonely boat in the world fishing alone in the cold and snow, I no longer look forward to the taste of steamed buns steamed from the steaming steamer, I no longer care about the private affairs behind the various ghosts in the underworld. That's when I'm in the mood to laugh and talk after I'm full, I'm not in the mood, it's just strong.

Finally, thank you for your help and tolerance. But the only thought is not that the dying man is like the old saying, and his words are good. My last thought was to hope for the enemy's early death.

A girl's instinct has always been accurate.

The thunder slashed straight at me, and I could feel the pain of the Tao for a moment, and it had already turned into ashes before I could shout, and there was no more Ah Di in this world.

Her death was just a light feather, and not many people remembered her years later. The desperate Ah Di seems to be just getting closer to death every day.

I floated in the world as a ghost, inhabiting a dandelion world, where the fields were full of white fluff, and the wind drove the dandelions, and then they flew and flew, and the sun-dyed dandelions were not pure white, and the dandelions with yellow glow were warm and more beautiful.

Hazy and unclear is about the same in this life, it is a foregone conclusion. My story will be erased by the years, but the resentment in my heart will not be diminished in the slightest.

My soul has not been extinguished for so many years, it is also due to this unwilling obsession, is it a blessing, leaving my life and waiting for me to go back for revenge.

I don't know how long I survived as a soul, I just know that in the end, I was committed to the little fox who had just left, and I was alive again.

It's been too long, I only know that I'm an ugly, what does Hades do to me. Ada is dead, isn't she? The lively and agile girl had long since died, leaving only an ugly man with a young body that was actually old - she was already old before she felt young.

The emperor of heaven is unkind, and the heavens abandon me.

Love, hate, hatred and obsession are already far away like a matter of the previous life, and it is a matter of the previous life. I cowered and lived in the accusations of all my people, who felt that I deserved it. The origin is because of a face.

It's better to live than die in Ugly's life, she's the same as me, I'm just me, no matter which one I live every day with boring days and no expectations at all, and I'm gradually one step closer to death, not afraid at all. It's as if living is just for the moment of dying.

The moment I look forward to the most is when I sleep, the world is silent, there is no noise, no fatigue, no insults, and I don't need to carry too much, I am too tired, I don't want to wake up, I want to fall asleep all the time, and it seems that I don't need to face the sad status quo without opening my eyes.