I don't want to care about the character of Yuan Changwen anymore, and everything related to the character.

That's right, it's to give up, it's to give up like ruining your life.

When it comes to letting go, it seems that the character is very drifting, not being pulled by the red dust, and can be leisurely.

It's all, there's no character at all, why do I care if the character is laid-back?

It's nothing more than another character attribute, another thing that another character can show off.

I gave up completely, threw away the role of Yuan Changwen, and only slashed.

For the rest, you can do it yourself, and the picture elements will be presented anyway.

I don't care about what is presented, and I don't want to care, just to throw away the role is to give up life.

Focus all your anger on the characters, and the rest, I don't need to worry about it.

What the picture elements want to present, arbitrary, anyway, I am not omniscient, is it difficult for the picture elements to want to present a certain situation and have a reasonable explanation?

I don't care about the character of Yuan Changwen anymore, and I'm not interested in thinking about the so-called family, career, future and other shit.

Let the role of Yuan Changwen live well?

Sorry, I'm not interested.

It's just unreasonable, it's to kill, and nothing can change that.

The obstacle of fear is not an obstacle at all, it is just the presentation of the elements of the picture, like rain or heat, just the elements of the picture.

Without me, I completely ruined the role of Yuan Changwen and watched the character commit suicide.

is dead, and the character of Yuan Changwen is dying.

It was as if I had been taught to avoid this kind of death, and the inner death seemed more terrible than the physical death.

What do you say about wasting your time, what you say about this life in vain, I just don't know what I'm talking about.

Who is qualified to judge?

And is the criterion itself real?

Ruining the character, ruining the life, there is nothing to care about, and nothing to think about.

It's just destruction.

I am a saboteur, destroying layers of falsehood, as beautiful as it is, even though almost everyone in the world agrees with it.

But I'm still going to destroy these things, because it's not real, because I just want to destroy.

Being unreasonable is the left and right protector on the way forward, so that I can get rid of the twisted entanglement in my head, and I just need to see that all this is not real, and then I can end the discussion.

The rest is nothing but destruction.

I don't know what I killed me for.

Because the part that can gain benefits and feel happiness will also die with the killing.

It's all left to the elements of the picture, whatever you want, and I don't resist.

Living like a walking corpse, running like a machine part, the distortion in the brain must die, and the character of Yuan Changwen will also die.

I don't care about the consequences of things, the so-called regret is still just a picture element.

The character of Yuan Changwen is regretting, and I am aware of the presentation of regret, that's all.

Rot, die from the inside out, destroy completely.

There is nothing left behind, nothing to get back on their feet, and the character will simply fall and drift away with the wind.

Just alive, just just not dead.

How can this kind of life be allowed by the empire, how can everyone build the dream of the empire like this.

I'm alone, slowly dying, rotting on a strange planet.

There is no such thing as a lifetime, there is no me at all, all these are just picture elements.

So, what am I grabbing?

My life is over, and then I'm going to continue to encourage that kind of end, to break the character, to let the character die.

There is nothing to say at all, there is nothing to argue about, I am unreasonable.

There were so many chapters of slashing before, I just wanted to be reasonable, and it seemed that I had to be justified.

Bullshit.

Why be reasonable?

I don't need it, unreal is unreal, so I need to tell some reason.

And how do I destroy falsehood on the level of falsehood?

No matter how reasonable, those falsehoods will always find the necessity to exist, such as for the sake of family harmony, for the sake of society, for the sake of human civilization, and so on.

Those artificial distortions always have a reason to exist, otherwise I wouldn't have held on to them for so many years.

It's to kill, it's to kill the character, it's unreasonable.

There's an abyss ahead, so I'm going to jump in.

Even if I knew with my nose that the road ahead was going to disappear, I didn't have any reason to stop.

The pull of fear can slow down the character's death, but the fear itself is not real, and I don't need to make any sense of the content of the fear.

The teacher's rhetoric, the teacher's map, all have to be dissipated.

I'm not interested in the role of Yuan Changwen, so it's not a problem to do anything.

If I want the character to continue to grab it, then grab it, and I just throw away the entire picture element.

There is no need to entangle character attributes, nor to entangle the character's self-definition, the entire character and the entire picture element are thrown away.

There's no need to distinguish between fear pulling and I want to slash or something, the pull of fear itself is not real, it's all picture elements, and then throw away all the picture elements.

In other words, these things are considered to be graphic elements, rather than the real world.

Of course, the characters don't want to die, and after fear doesn't work, fantasy coolness will appear.

And at the right moment, fear can easily pull me and make me hold on to something and not let go.

Using the distortion of the mind to choose to weigh it, it is too hard and too ignorant, and it is obviously prejudice.

Throw away the twist in your head, cut the anchor, and let the ship of life drift with the flow.

There's nothing to worry about, the role of Yuan Changwen is not me at all.

And, whatever happens, it's not true.

My fears, my worries, the emotions that made me tremble and not dare to move, and that was all there was to it.

It's not real, so it's slashed, there's nothing to discuss, there's nothing to discuss.

Fear makes me afraid to kill, and the character's state of fear itself is not real, it's just that the character is afraid.

The characters are in pain, the characters are poor, the characters are sad, the characters are miserable, they are all characters, they are all picture elements.

There is no me, and the characters are all casual, they are all the presentation of picture elements.

The happiness of the character is an element of the picture, and the fear of the character is still an element of the picture.

Inconsequential things, the character must die, or rather, this irrelevant state itself comes from the character's death.

I don't care what kind of picture elements I want to present, including this thinking is a picture element, what is in control?

At this moment, this thinking is pretending to be real, simulating the mode of watching a theater.

There's not a single me here.

Let's just wait for the death of the character slowly, is ten years enough?

Regardless of whether the kill is completed or not, the character is still just a character.

And those character attributes, those so-called mothers, wives and children, etc., all have to die, and none of them can survive.

Not even allowed to catch their breath. (https:)

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