MTL - Shadow Rogue-Chapter 1607 : Beyond 100 million years of planning! (final)

"I will be like it."

He looked at Pangu, his eyes were so serious, so earnest, and even a pleading. He knew that he was ineligible because his heart was already riddled, he was already rotten, he was dead, and he was desperate. Dark, not worthy of possession of light, not worthy of being called such a flower, so full of life, full of vitality, but he still wants to call it, this is the nature of life, longing for good, this is also His heart longs and hopes to be a beautiful representative.

He pleaded, his eyes filled with sorrow and longing, maybe he was not qualified, but he thought very much, people are so fragile, why can they go strong, not everyone has a strong heart, not every one People can be more and more frustrated, even if they fail, they can stand up very quickly. Sometimes, deception can give people confidence, goodwill lies, sometimes more exciting than cruel truth. It can lead people to move forward and influence the direction of history.

"you can."

Pangu's smile is so kind, his words, like a curse, make people warm, so that people can not help but completely relax.

He smiled and smiled happily. Like a child, he smiled purely.

This is the most beautiful thing in the world, a pure smile.

"You can become it, everyone can become it, but in the end it becomes, but there are very few, everyone has the qualification to become it, but the most important thing is, do you want to be it."

Pangu’s voice continued to sound and he was silenced.

"Good things are always there, but how many people are going to find it? The big waves are sanding. Only when they persist in the end will they become the most embarrassing stars. The sand enters the clam shell, how much pain it will experience. Only then can turn the gravel into a sturdy pearl. It is a very difficult process. A painful process that no one can think of. In this process, some people give up. Some people fail because of their will. Only persistence Only the last person can be born again, the most beautiful, and, you, can you?"

He is still silent and his face is constantly changing.

"Human wisdom is infinite, what is represented, and the future is infinite. Whether it is, the future is endless. Your own future is not based on fate, but on yourself. This is yours, you. If you want to open up, it is your will, the will to be, is the direction of your future, ... you want to lie in this coffin, there is infinite despair, gradually lost vitality, slowly Become dark, after all, return to the world of chaos, sleep on this, try to escape the facts, get rid of everything, or, get up from it, go on, bend over and weed the little flower, let it tremble in the wind The life of the continuation, let it grow up, all this depends on you, your future, belongs to you, your will, will determine its direction."

Pangu is still saying that he does not care about his silence. He is only telling, telling his heart. Everyone has his own future. No one can change. How to go depends on himself. He is saying, just in Guide, how to choose, or to see the individual will.

He did not respond, Pangu did not force him, he just looked at him quietly, the smile on his lips was still so warm and soft, his eyes were still so soft, full of sorrow.

"Everything is gone, they are not there. They are all dead. They are all dead. I am still alive. Why am I still alive? Without them, I have a meaning to live. Lonely, lonely, like a dead body, I am innocent. In the world, in an infinite time, the shape of a single shadow, so there is no hope and bright day, what is the role, I return to that world, what is the meaning."

He squinted his head in pain and took his eyes back from the little flower. His eyes were filled with sorrow and helplessness. The **** moment in the depths of his mind made him desperate and let his heart twitch and hurt. It’s hard to say, it’s so painless to breathe, that is, at that moment, he is dead, his heart is dead, his future is dead, and everything is finished.

In the yellow grass, the little flower that has just been blooming is gradually eroding, and the vitality is slowly peeling off, and the stench of the wind blows, the petals of the small flowers fall, and the pieces fall. In the desperate world, there is no sunshine and rain, and the hope of supporting the survival of small flowers is not a bit.

It is entering death.

"There is no real despair in this world. Look, aren't they there?"

The sorrowful color in Pangu’s eyes was more and more intense. He looked at him with his head whimpered but without tears. His expression was more and more gentle, reaching out and pointing to his chest, he said.

"what is this."

An unprecedented warmth that seemed to be acquainted with the rise in the chest, he looked down and looked at the soft white light. In the heart, he held out his hands and hugged it tightly. He I don't know what it is, just for this to make him feel warm, to forget the pain, to forget everything, instinctively hug.

"This is your hope, your light, you are the future, your soul."

Pangu said, but the figure is suddenly a illusion, his time, not much.

"Do you think of it?"

Pangu looked at him, even though the moment had reached the last moment, but his tone still did not change a bit, still so soft.

"I remembered."

His expression suddenly became extremely firm, and the look between the eyebrows was so dazzling.

"I am Chu Rui."

In a word, he announced his return.

Yes, I am Chu Rui, I am the man who will lead everything, this world, I am the master.

The change of mood makes the whole world begin to change. The **** sky suddenly becomes brighter. The sky is shining, the rainbow is shining, the yellow grass is green, full of vitality, and the air is full of life. And the smell of the wind, it also became soft, the fragrance is fragrant, the roots are yellow, the petals fluttering the flowers, re-emerges infinite vitality, full bloom, next to it, one after another The flowers, the servants of the former rushed out, dotted on the grassland like a green carpet, beautiful and aromatic.

This world is alive.

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