"Damn!, this wild human ingredient is actually committing suicide?!"

"Unbelievable! Several culinary masters rushed to the scene and used their tactics to slow down their movements for the time being. Then urgently discuss countermeasures, even if we are foodies, we are powerless to change the time, let alone go against the clock and the like. ”

"The only thing we can do is slow down the movement of a certain area. As far as this wild human ingredient is concerned, he could have been completely worry-free on the seabed at this depth with his spiritual power. But for some reason, that wild human ingredient actually withdrew its spiritual power. ”

"Without the protection of spiritual power, the sea water and pressure in that area are enough to destroy him. And that's what we don't want to see. Several masters intervened, slowing down the movement, and the surrounding sea water that was originally isolated would have crushed the wild human ingredient in an instant. At this moment, it is slowly pressing. ”

"But it doesn't make any sense, and if we can't find any solution, the sea will eventually blow him up. Perhaps, he will find anomalies, such as why he has been alive for so long. ”

"What we want is for this human ingredient to discover us and lead the entire planet of human ingredient to rebel. In this way, a life full of hope and full of struggle will surpass the legacy of that legendary master!"

"But before that, we even want to watch that wild human ingredient teach spiritual power, and for this we have perfectly designed various routines. Completely unexpectedly, this wild human ingredient actually started to commit suicide!"

"We can't figure out why, but it doesn't matter what the reason is. The most important thing is that we will never allow this wild human ingredient to die! Whether it is to find the origin of the ingredient or to arouse the emotions of the ingredient of this breeding planet, we will not allow the death of the wild human ingredient. ”

"The masters decided to intervene forcibly, perhaps not as expected, but at least to ensure the survival of the wild human ingredient. Well, why don't you make us worry at all? Is it easy to eat you?"

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Am I dead?

No, I'm alive.

Is the character dead?

No, the character is still alive.

Yuan Changwen opened his eyes and found himself on the grass in the park before.

However, I have never closed my eyes, how can I reach this position in an instant?

In a trance, a powerful spiritual force appeared. But that spiritual power was too strong, and I couldn't believe that it was real.

Cut!

What's real?

Perhaps, there are some unknown forces in this universe, so what?

Even if any other race blows up the entire galaxy with one punch, it's useless!

What the eyes see, it must be false.

Even if it is a high-dimensional existence, what dimensionality reduction attacks can be launched, it is still unreal!

As long as you have a character, how can it be real?!

What's there to be surprised about?

The so-called surprise is nothing more than exceeding one's own cognition. How much does a little brain have to know? Exceeding this pathetic reserve of information is an easy and ordinary thing.

So, as I know, that's a strange thing.

Someone saved me?

Who has such a strong force to save me in an instant at the bottom of the sea?

Alas, why do I care about all this?

I've been living in a twisted role, I've been deceived by falsehood, and what do I care about?

Even if someone did save me, so what?

What is the difference between what happened and a dog pulling a piece of?

What is the difference between the role of Yuan Changwen and other characters?

No, none at all.

A wave of discomfort bloomed from the bottom of his heart and began to devour Yuan Changwen.

Is it coming again?

I thought I could die with the character, but I didn't expect that I was still alive, but what is the use of such a life?

Distorted, false, limited by self-definition.

What I see is what the character makes me see. What I think about is what the characters make me think. Nothing is true, it's all false.

Based on a false self-definition, I composed all kinds of false conclusions, and then used these false things to manipulate my choices and control my life.

Character, I don't share the enmity with you!

Don't think about it and run away!

That's right, I'm very uncomfortable, I'm very uncomfortable at the moment. With tears in his eyes, his heart is melancholy, and the whole person is in a low state.

Do you want me to be happy? Do you want me to find a new purpose?

Useless!

Why am I crying? It's a memorial to your death!

Why am I so low? I'm mourning your departure!

Character, character, you don't deserve to have this life, let alone manipulate my choices. If you don't die together, then continue to kill!

Characters you have to die!

No one can stop this, and whoever dares to stop it, I will dare to kill whom!

Just die, no one knows and no one cares, just die.

Honor, revenge victory, who else is in my head?

Will my friends laugh at me, and will strangers despise me?

Or will anyone remember me?

Even if it's a loved one, how long can you remember?

What am I doing, and what am I living in this world for?

Enjoying life? Obviously, I don't enjoy it, countless fears and anxieties wrap up, and any choice is terrifying. If that's enjoyment, it's too demeaning.

I seem to be forever being chased by something, and the characters are always manipulating me to pursue something.

I'm dead!

Is this the true meaning of life?

Think of myself as a dead man, because death is with me at all times, so why not experience it in advance?

Anyway, I'm already dead, so I don't have to pursue anything, and I don't have to care about the character. Because I'm dead, it doesn't matter much if anything happens.

Dying while alive is maybe that's what I want.

What else is important? Only the false thing of the character will distinguish the important from the secondary, and will artificially separate the right from the wrong.

I'm dead, so there's nothing else to say.

What other things can affect a dead person?

I'm just a dead man, still weighing something, still thinking about something. Why, aren't you dead yet?

What does the world have to do with me?

Fashion, Latest Technology, Entertainment News, Current Affairs and Politics, Environmental Protection and Public Welfare, Cognitive Upgrading, Times Change, Company Philosophy, Changing the World, Natural and Man-made Disasters, War and Peace?

Should a dead person have the attitude of a dead man, express his opinions, talk loudly, persuade others, and show himself?

Forget it, I'm dead anyway.

Perhaps, this is not a good deal, but how can a dead person care about whether it is a good deal or not?

The wind rose flat, so that the people around him couldn't help but cover their eyes. The trees swayed in the wind, and the leaves were blown over. The dark clouds gradually moved and slowly approached, as if to tell everyone to hurry home and that the rain would soon fall.

That's it, I hope this death will not be resurrected, I hope this time letting go will not be wishful thinking, and I hope I can get rid of the false role.

Let it rain, wash away this twisted flesh.

By the way, let's rush the characters together!