It's a difficult journey, but on the other hand, it's a journey from simple to extreme.

What is true?

If not, then throw it away.

It's that simple.

However, the pull of emotions made the whole process bloody.

Looking back, it doesn't seem so uncomfortable and panicked.

But when devouring comes, I can't wait to dig out my heart and lungs to end this.

There is no use or point in saying this, and it doesn't mean anything, whether or not my journey is as painful as my teacher described.

Just because my journey was easy didn't mean I wasn't moving forward, on the contrary, just because I was in the same painful state as my teacher described it didn't mean that I was moving forward.

It may seem that there are matching representations between the elements of the picture, but these are only based on the assumption that time passes linearly.

Plump up characters anytime and anywhere, even if it's just telling others that you're killing, there will be a hint of showing off.

It seems that as soon as I communicate with people, I instantly fall into the character and then hold on to the character.

The difference is that I know I'm holding on to the role.

This world, these environments, the character of Yuan Changwen, I don't know what the hell it is.

The distortions in those minds are even more to the extreme.

There's no need to pay attention to the character, maybe the character still wants to continue to plump himself, but sorry, this is not the way out.

Anything else you haven't figured out?

Or is it just that the time has not come?

After so many chapters of slashing, he didn't become very smart, on the contrary, he seemed to have discarded a lot of things except for the skill of "seeing the problem hypothesis".

I remember being bothered by these questions myself, but now, I don't have the slightest idea of it.

I couldn't understand why I believed this, let alone how I had killed him.

There were too many twists floating around, and I didn't have to crush them, maybe it would be a good idea to stay out of the way.

There's nothing wrong with the world, but I just don't like certain areas very much.

The false world is just presented, everything is just presented, there is nothing to say.

No matter what happens in the world, there's nothing wrong with it, it's just the presentation of the elements of the picture.

I have no interest in what other people should be, and I have no interest in what the world should become.

In a state of fearlessness, any so-called bad or wrong is just a novel experience.

It seems that it is not a mistake to worship money, but it must be a mistake to destroy the world and erase the entire human civilization.

I don't understand why this is wrong, it's just that I don't like it, and how it rises to the wrong level.

In the presentation of picture elements, one part of the picture element is called thinking, and it is wrong to judge another part of the picture element.

Is there anything wrong with this?

The shattering of the character was about to happen, and the clods of dirt beneath my feet had loosened and could fall off the cliff at any moment.

And I, still moving to the edge of the cliff step by step.

Staring into the abyss can make one feel panic and fear, and once you jump, there is nothing.

There are no characters in reality, I just go home.

It feels obvious that I will really stand in the position of legend.

It's a pity that the so-called legendary existence is no different from the current me.

Even if it's the same person I used to be, it's no different.

It's all fake, it's all roles, so what's the point in having to distinguish between falsehoods?

And there are no characters in reality, so there is no such thing as "my truth" being lower than "your truth".

I would abandon the world of binary opposition, and throw away the characters as if they were garbage.

Emotions can still be at odds, and fear will still appear, but only there.

No matter how I deal with my fears, the whole situation is not real.

It's not that I have to let fear in, it's not that I have to resist fear, it's not real in any way.

Whether the character is pulled by fear, or the character allows fear to enter, it is not real.

Dealing with distortions in the mind is a very painful thing.

After the slaughter is completed, I must stop thinking about it, and I will not return to the empire to continue teaching my disciples.

It's a painful and inexplicable thing.

The character knows the truth, and it is not a high-level state, nor is it a great deal.

Just like a character who knows how to fix a faucet, it's just a character's attributes.

Because the real will not have the slightest effect, the characters can't affect the real thing, and the fake things are just presented.

Can slashing touch the real thing?

Maybe, I don't know and I don't care.

No matter what I am, the truth is there.

And I'm just disgusted with falsehood.

The twists in the head, those baseless affirmations, are of no use other than to plump up the characters.

Grasp the concept with emotion, grasp filial piety with emotion, and grasp all kinds of "life musts" with emotion, and write and direct it by yourself.

I don't have any reason to keep the characters, whether or not the characters will be broken, or if it's all just a fake higher order or something.

It takes a lifetime, and there's no reason to stop killing.

As long as there's people in my head, as long as those noises are in my head, there's no reason for me to stop.

Even if the relaxed and natural state is charming, it is still not real.

I can't think of any possibility to let myself give up the killing and return to the past on the premise of keeping my sanity,

Expect death, expect destruction, expect shattering.

What an anti-human idea, who would take the initiative to do the so-called killing.

Perhaps, exploring the real in this false world is itself a kind of absurdity.

Discerning between falsehoods, endless quarrels, and never convincing others.

Such endless arguments seem to be able to constantly flesh out the characters, at least in any case.

Wake up, wake yourself up.

Nothing is important about what is false, and it doesn't matter how the character lives.

Whether it is rich or not, elegant or low-level, intellectual or rude, I have no interest in plumping up the characters.

When I think it's better to have money than no money, or when I think it's better to have no money than to have money, I'm already stuck in the path of plumping characters.

Either side of the duality is enriching the role.

The so-called reasonableness is actually reasonable in any way.

In either case, the elements of the picture can present a very reasonable explanation.

Even if it seems so stupid that I can't figure out how anyone could do this, it still happens.

And I don't have the slightest doubt about the veracity of such things.

In fact, thinking is only the presentation of the elements of the picture.

It's like presenting to believe, or presenting not to believe.

The reason why slashing isn't a big deal isn't because I've seen things that no one else has seen.

Rather, slashing is just a presentation of picture elements, and there is no difference between presenting a character who works hard to learn or something like that.