What a dangerous question this is!

He Huating twitched the corners of his wrinkled mouth and said nonchalantly: "My past ideal was -"

Maybe he was choking on the wind.

Perhaps the little strength he had originally had been exhausted.

He suddenly couldn't speak anymore.

The words he thought he could easily utter were, for some reason, too heavy to escape his lips.

His lips closed, closed, and finally pursed.

A mouth without teeth will collapse when you press it hard.

I was also a teenager once.

The soul is hot and the blood is boiling.

Now I am physically and mentally exhausted, and my face is disgusting.

Regarding ideals, I dare not name them.

He Huating showed a very strange expression, which seemed to be crying, laughing, sad and happy. He covered his deeply wrinkled face with his hands that were as skinny as chicken feet. He no longer looked at any young people.

Soul, and don't let anyone see him again.

The demons could only see him sitting there with slumped shoulders and hunched back. His skinny chest was like a bellows, vigorously inflating and then collapsing.

He gathered the last bit of strength in his dry body, and then moved to the side with great difficulty... tilted his head, and his whole body collapsed——

thump!

Just fell into the fountain of youth!

The water pattern that evenly divided the Fountain of Youth has dissipated at this time.

The ripples that distinguish true words from falsehoods were covered by bigger waves. Then they all returned to calmness and death.

The clear water engulfed Hehua Pavilion, like a glass of water containing a drop of water.

Hehuating just disappeared.

So he drowned and died.

In the sky above the Fountain of Youth, there was a white spider web that solidified from the void, as if it was trying to catch something, but it came up empty. Finally, it slowly faded away and disappeared.

All the demons were silent.

After all, He Huating saw this web and didn't want to become Zhu Yi's collection.

Still, he has realized his failure and is exhausted and no longer struggles.

Or is it simply that you cannot face the ideals of your youth?

There will be no answers.

Until the sacred mountain shook again, and the light outside the mountain flew away.

Shikashiro suddenly asked: "Have you really read his biography? Have you really admired him?"

Zhu Lanruo just threw the folding fan into the spring water, watched it being swallowed up by the ripples, and said calmly——

"What do you think?"

…

…

Crane's mother asked: "Does my son want to press the long sword, lead thousands of armies, hold the enemy's head, and win the crown for all generations?"

Hua Ting was practicing his sword and didn't answer.

Another ten years: "My son wants to annotate the classics of hundreds of schools of thought, become a family with one word, study for thousands of years, and establish a sect?"

Huating read the scriptures but did not answer.

Another hundred years: "My son has worked hard and worked hard for hundreds of years, and finally achieved what he has achieved today. However, fame and wealth are not pursued, and wealth and wealth are not increased, so why do you seek?"

Hua Ting said to him: "My child is seeking fame, seeking eternal fame. My child is seeking profit, seeking the benefit of the world. My child is seeking wealth and beauty. I hope that my demon clan will not have a poor family. In life, I seek greatness, and in death, I seek sages!"
Chapter completed!