All the stories come to an end here, and the black dragon is dead. Yes, who can escape the combination of the strongest masters in this world.

Of course, both the Evil Emperor and Xiang Yutian paid a heavy price, especially Xiang Yutian, whose wound was like a dragon's claw, which pierced through his body fiercely.

Xiang Yutian said to the Evil Emperor, "You remember what you promised me. ”

The Evil Emperor said, "Good. ”

The fake evil emperor slowly lost his breath. Because the Evil Emperor pierced his body with a dagger.

The Evil Emperor knew that even if Xiang Yutian died, he would die better.

The power of the Heavenly Dao of the world is the Dragon Ball of the Black Dragon.

This tremendous power began to be instilled into the bodies of several people. Luo Gu could feel that he was strong at the moment. It's like eating ginseng fruit, and the whole body is refreshed.

Rogu is gone. No one knows where Rogu went. In the Temple of the God of War, a black dragon woke up and said, "You have killed my husband, ahhhh ”

Later, Kou Zhong died.

Because that day, Li Xiuning came to his side naked and told him to give up.

Xu Ziling came to his side and said, "Give up"

That night, Kou Zhong rejected everyone. A man locked himself in that little house. One person and two brothers, perhaps, Li Xiuning, only hurt him a little, but Xu Ziling did hurt him deeply.

Kou Zhong could feel like an orphan with no one to help him. At this moment, he is so uncomfortable, he wants to cry but can't.

All he could do was look at the world with red eyes, what did he Kou Zhong do wrong?

Kou Zhong died, because he didn't want to be a burden to his brother, and he also didn't want to be a burden to his lover, he left this world alone, and he didn't want this country.

The modern world.

Burning the gold paper wrapped in rice on the ground, and two cousins carried him over the flames—it is said that by such a ritual, the soul was cleansed, and bad luck and filth were kept out—and in this way, the father, who had been discharged from the hospital, returned home. The time was ten o'clock in the evening. According to the customs and habits of southern Fujian, relatives inside and outside lined up to visit for the first time, each carrying the nutritional products that they thought would be good for their father, and saying words that they thought could help their father - some people recalled with him the brilliant achievements of the mixed rivers and lakes, and some people thanked him again for how his father helped in a certain distress, and several female relatives cried as soon as they entered the door and hugged their father. He was detached, looking indifferent to the comforting people, arguing with those who bragged about who had the most credit at the time, and scolding the people who hugged and cried: "This is not coming back, little problem, what are you crying about?" However, his tongue was half paralyzed, and many people heard that he just said some bulky notes excitedly, and then watched him laugh at his smoke-blackened teeth, and everyone laughed along. Looks like a good start. Tossed to a little more, the crowd finally dispersed, and my father showed his true and embarrassed appearance. My mother and I struggled to carry him to the bathroom, and the two of us were out of breath as if we were carrying huge pieces of furniture into the room. The mother stopped twice and said with a smile, you see how he enjoyed the blessings in the hospital during this time, it is much heavier. And what I thought to myself was how many times I needed to go to the toilet every day, and every time I had to toss and turn. I began to weigh what my life would be. I finally tossed my father back into bed, and it seemed that it was time to have to talk, but the atmosphere became more and more tense. During the three months that my father was hospitalized in Quanzhou and Fuzhou, I haven't seen him for a long time, except for holiday visits. When he was carried out of the car by his cousins, I felt indescribably strange: the need for surgery, his hair was cut short, his body was like a balloon that had been deflated, and it was evenly shriveled down - I can't say where he lost weight, but it felt like he had been shaved off by the disease. From the time he returned, to the time he began to "receive" visitors, I looked at this almost strange father: his back seemed to be bent, and his paralyzed left half of his tongue made him speak muffled and clumsy, gasping without a few words. I began to search for the father in my memory, the father who spoke loudly, was full of swear words at every turn, and wanted to pose like a gangster in front of his relatives, but I never found him. It was he who opened his mouth first, and there was a cloudy sound in his mouth - "Are you alright?" I nodded. He smiled first: "It's okay, in a month you will be like before." I nodded, and opened my mouth, not knowing how to answer. I knew in my heart that it was impossible. "The motorcycle hasn't been driven for so long, it's still there. When I'm ready, I'll buy you another one, and I'll take your mother, and you take your sister, and we'll go for a ride along the beach together." "It was the only time our family went out together. My father wanted to go back in time, to the past when he was the breadwinner of the family. The next morning, however, he fell. When my mother went to buy groceries, I heard a dull sound, jumped out of bed, and when I rushed to his room, he was lying on the floor, helpless like a child. When he saw me, he was anxious to explain, he mistakenly thought that he was still the same person before, and he wanted to sit up straight and get up immediately in the morning, but accidentally, his hemiplegic left body could not keep up with the movements. The whole person was thrown to the ground by himself. As he spoke, I saw uncontrollable tears rolling in his eyes. He's not used to his body, I'm not used to watching him cry. I don't turn my head and pretend I didn't see his embarrassment, and drag him to death. At that time, I was about 100 pounds, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't drag him to more than 160 pounds. He also tried his best to help his son, but finally failed. He and I felt the weight of the disease piling up on him at the same time. He smiled and said, "I'm too fat, I'll get fat after a few months of not moving, don't worry, I'll take my time to get used to it." He carefully propped up his right leg, then groped for his proper balance, and when he stood hard, the whole person was upright, but like a collapsed house, he fell straight to the right. I rushed forward in a panic and grabbed his right side, but his weight won and he and I fell to the ground again. The panting father and son sat on the ground, not saying a word for a long time, unable to say a word for a long time. In the end, it was my father who struggled to mobilize the muscles on his face and smiled at me, but the taste of climbing on his face was so great that the smile finally twisted into an expression that I couldn't describe.

Rogu listened quietly as the man beside him told his story.

I didn't interject or comment any comments, and just listened quietly. The man who is under the pressure of life is confused, and he does not know his future.

(End of chapter)