Luo Gu went to the Gate of Heaven.

The Emperor Shakti in the Heavenly Gate had been waiting for him here, and he knew that Luo Gu would definitely come.

Because Luo Gu is a pure martial artist. A pure martial artist, he will definitely come.

Rogu is here.

Shakti said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. I won't be waiting anymore. ”

Shakti thought that Rogu would die here, and that was what he thought.

The Great War broke out, and the entire snow-capped mountain began to shake. Both of them were people who had eaten the dragon yuan.

The final ending.

Rogu is dead.

The people who wait for him in the real world can't wait for him to come back after all.

Everything is like this, like snowflakes falling on the earth and melting. Everything was meant to be.

Fate is like a ridiculous joke. All the effort will not end well. It fell into a white vast, and it was really clean.

The snow-white hand of the Emperor Shakti was inserted into Luo Gu's chest, and Long Yuan was refined by him.

The demon hidden in Luo Gu's body did not take any action.

He was like a dead dog.

After Shakti left, Rogu's body burned and eventually turned into ashes and disappeared into heaven and earth.

In the real world, Dongfang Yu's heart is also a little uneasy, because there is a story in her heart, and there is also a man, and she will only have one man in her life.

Baozimeng also felt that he had lost something, these things were very important, but losing is losing, and what he lost means that you are no longer qualified to have it.

I once heard a man say, if you want to have something, then let it go, if he comes back to you, then that thing belongs to you.

But I've also heard the saying that the man thinks the woman will come back, and the woman thinks the man will stay, so the end result is that neither of them is together.

Some people attribute all this to heaven and earth, the consciousness of heaven and earth. It's fate.

It's fate, fate makes you have something that has already been clearly priced, but it's all wrong, very wrong.

All of this is your own choice, and your choice is often from your own point of view, so there are many tragedies in this world.

I've also heard that love is because of his imperfection, and perfection is also your affection that makes me have endless memories.

But this is just an aftertaste, and the aftertaste of things means that you don't have it now, you don't have it. You're left with nothing.

Rogu's ashes are flying, just like the elf in the wind, how many things in his life are his own choices, and he embarked on the path of martial arts, perhaps there is also the factor of his grandfather, because his grandfather gave himself a knife with his life.

Originally, the martial arts began because of death, and the final result could only be to use his own death to draw an end to his martial arts.

There are many wounds in the world, and these wounds are like arrows of fate, and the injured will always carry them, both in life and death.

The ashes continue to fly, the same color as snow.

A person who likes to wear black, but the end result is snow-white. That's probably okay.

I have experienced a lot through the world, and my heart has become more indifferent. But it is difficult to be indifferent to the human heart, because this is the human heart, the sad human heart.

The human heart has many things, some good and some bad.

We don't have to be complacent because of the good, and we don't have to cry because of the bad.

You are you, a star in the starry sky, you have your light.

End of book.

This book, I have written for a long time, tried a lot of bitterness, in fact, this book should have been finished a long time ago, when Zha Lao (Jin Yong) died, it should have ended, but I can't bear it, because this book is equivalent to my child, but really his death is a big blow to me, I have read every one of his books, maybe I have read so many books, but after all, I can't write, the story that readers want to see.

Use this book to commemorate my martial arts years. The book is not good, you may scold me when you read it here, but I am really tired, thank you for this book, and thank you to those who have always supported me behind me. Thank you.

Many dreams will be broken in an instant, and they will be re-ignited in an instant, igniting their own fighting spirit. It's always been there. I'm a pessimistic person, and now I'm tired too. Please wait for my next book, okay? Give yourself some time to settle down. Sweet dreams.

(End of chapter)