Zhu Minglang looks at the afterglow of the sunset and renders the world magnificent and colorful.

I looked up at the dragon gate again. I had not experienced everything there before, but in the end I chose to forget it.

In Zhu Minglang's heart, there was an answer long ago.

What's more, Zhu Minglang knew very well that this was the only way for him and Xiaobai to endure the disaster.

The reincarnation constitution of himself and Xiaobaiqi is destined to be unable to reach the Longmen Heavenly Realm. Under the illumination of the Longmen Heavenly Light, some silver silk has grown on Xiaobaiqi's body.

Fortunately, this time the white silk did not grow on me, and it was just Xiaobai who started to turn into a cocoon.

"Sleep, sleep, when you wake up, our backyard must be full of silver mulberry trees..." Zhu Minglang gently patted the little white dragon on his shoulder, and his body couldn't help but fall backwards.

Walking up, Zhu Minglang slowly fell into the fireworks of the world in the afterglow.

I could probably only avoid my last disaster in this way. This is what Li Yunzi wanted to say to him when he was drinking before but never said it.

She would not let herself face that cruel choice.

Indeed, compared to the cruel choice before, Zhu Minglang accepted the present more calmly.

Even if he was not with Bai Qi to be punished by reincarnation, Zhu Minglang felt that he was inclined to be inclined to be in the whereabouts.

As he fell down, Zhu Minglang saw countless gods running to the gate of eternal life, and he was one of the few gods who chose the world.

Of course, occasionally you can see some gods who are not attached to eternal life. They are like themselves, like meteors in the twilight, both conspicuous and not dazzling.

Zhu Minglang's mood at this moment was actually just as nervous.

He looked at the dragon gate, calm and calm on the surface, but his heart was like the wife in the mountain pavilion, with expectations and nervousness.

They have suffered from childhood and their souls need to live in harmony.

Many people cannot help themselves.

And in the dragon gate heaven, there is the Shenyou Body Shell.

There, they are all independent selves.

...

The dragon gate is closing little by little, and the sky is also disappearing.

How wonderful the night in Xuantiandu is, Zhu Minglang is still falling, but he has already smelled the familiar breath of fireworks.

But why is it still a little disappointed?

It's not a missed encounter with eternal life, but...

Suddenly, Zhu Minglang saw a figure. She was a little hesitant in the vague and distant crack of the gantry gate, but in the end she rushed towards the direction where she fell without hesitation!

She is like a fairy Chang'e, with her graceful figure so outstanding and dazzling under the black miracle and the Yin-Yang crown of the Dragon Gate. She is like the Moon of Sour Star, and is throwing into her arms.

The wind danced her hair, and her beautiful cheeks made me fascinated again.

The loss in my heart was wiped out, replaced by unspeakable joy...

Zhu Minglang also opened his arms and went to hug her.

The vast sky crown completely disappeared, and the dragon door suddenly closed.

Zhu Minglang, who had gradually lost his divine power in the short and short light that had escaped into the darkness, stared at the beautiful beauty who was rushing towards him in a hazy state.

These clear and beautiful eyes...

I will never call her name wrong.

...

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Uncle Ran:

At this point, "Dragon Shepherd" is over.

I have always been unconsistent with one subject when writing books, and I like to make many attempts.

There are great gains and great losses. Fortunately, I have a heart that I like to write books and probably will not be shaken in my life. Therefore, even if I have been as ups and downs as Zhu Minglang in my life, it is a rare experience and memory for me.

A book is like a life I have lived.

Over the past decade, I have traveled a lot of life.

Sometimes I sit on the balcony and look at the sky and birds, and start to recall the books, people and stories I wrote before, and feel like an old man, involuntarily recalling his past youth.

But when I was trapped, there was a voice in my mind, and he roared at me: You, you, we are only in our early thirties!!

We are now in our youth!!

Forehead……

What you said seems to make some sense.

I'm only in my early thirties? Writers are becoming more and more popular as they get older. They can still write good stories when they are in their sixties.

Ah, can I write for more than thirty years?

At this time, another sound came out in my ears, with a low tone and fascinating: I have to write for more than 30 years? In fact, writing is quite tiring, homeless, fat, night owl, and updated by readers. If I can’t write well, I will be sighed. If I write well, I will attract more black fans. Think about the numbers in your bank card, don’t you think that the next thirty years can be very chic? You can taste true youth!

"I'm sorry, I want to write a book."

"If you can, continue writing at the age of seventy."

I have to clarify that the voice above is not another little devil in my mind, but the little advice from most of my friends around me for my life.

Humph, these mortals don’t know how happy it is to write books. I am only thirty-two years old and have experienced the life that many people have dreamed of!

The first perspective is immersive experience, do you know literature and art? What you see in other people's perspectives are lines of dense words. For those of us who read, the grandeur, shock, beauty, and touching and resonance that can't be given to us, any film, television, animation, or real scene!

Therefore, the adaptation will never be adapted to the readers’ feelings. (There is no meaning of whitewashing, our book’s adaptation has always been excellent.)

I like this feeling in books, and I believe everyone loves reading because of this.

I don’t think I am the author, but more like a navigator, taking everyone to a different world.

I am honored to be a navigator for everyone.

Really, it's an honor.

I hope everyone likes my time travel tourist number called "Run".

...

Let’s talk about your plans and new books after the end.

Well, it's been more than ten years, and this old ship is actually a bit worn and damaged, and needs to be moored for a while, rest and reinforce.

I want to write much more than that, but when I wrote this book, I deeply realized that the knowledge I mastered was far from enough.

I want to take a retreat for a period of time, which lasts a little longer, and it will take about a year.

Treat the disease first and exercise the body well. This should be the top priority, otherwise how could I write it for another thirty years?

Then accompany your family.

I have been married for five years and I still owe my honeymoon. Why did my son suddenly become five years old? What he said is a bit philosophical, why did his parents who have been by my side have grown so much white hair...

I have been thinking about it all, and I haven’t been thinking about it all for a long time. In fact, I want to say a lot of things and like to say it all, but I often feel guilty and feel that I have less updates and are not up to date. This is true for my family. Sometimes I deliberately reduce communication, but in fact I feel guilty in my heart.

I know that I have not been perfect for readers and family members, but fortunately, both the readers' families and small families are very tolerant of me, giving me time to adjust and have the opportunity to do my duty...

Make adjustments.

Enrich yourself.

Take a rest for a year and then continue driving.

The new book is tentatively scheduled for Children's Day next year!

Wow, today is a good day to finish.

I am happier than children on Children's Day!

Thank you for your support.

See you on June 1, 2023.

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Well, that's it.
Chapter completed!