The feeling of devouring keeps coming out, is that a good thing?

Palm prints are gradually changing, does this mean?

It's all shit, even if the palm print grows a lotus, so what? The character is still the character, and the unreal is still unreal. All this is just the presentation of picture elements, how many times do I have to say that I can not be pulled by emotions?

Yuan Changwen wanted to rebel very much, not against fate, but against the thing that tried to rebel against fate.

The character holds on to himself, unwilling to let himself dissipate, unwilling to let himself be broken. And all this is no longer stable, and will eventually be scattered and then disappear.

Holding on to the character with fear, the tension of not daring to let go continued to affect me. It seems, looking at how beautiful the future is, looking at the development of the empire, more and more people are living happily and contentedly.

Myself, on this unknown planet, slashed. If you fail, if you can't kill successfully, wouldn't you lose the title of the first person in the empire and lose the title of spiritual master.

Defeated, disgraced, bereaved dogs, separated wives, broken families......

These tricks are useless, I want to kill, it's as simple as that. I'm not done yet, so I can't stop and rest. It's all fake, and no noise can come to my head.

I don't need to explain anything, I don't need to convince others, and I don't need to rationalize my actions. Even, I shouldn't have expected the slash to finish touching the real thing.

Because these are all delusions, distortions, and nonsense.

I don't know how the elements of the picture can jump out and become that awareness, and the distortion in my mind is affecting me, so I have to kill it. The twist in my head is, and fear pulls me unbridled, so I have to be killed.

The unreal doesn't exist, so I should just hide by the side and choose something unreal as real when I need it. But now, unreal things pull me and fiddle with me, who has the final say?

I'm afraid that the bewitching woman is the boss, and I can't fight at all. I don't have to contend with that, though. Fear is here because it has come, the elements of the picture have been presented, what is the fight against?

As for the content of the fear trying to manipulate me, that's. I don't pay attention to the content of fear, even if it makes sense, it's just prejudice. Moreover, isn't the content of these fears my own speculation, when has my speculation risen to the level of necessity?

Allowing the content of fear to happen, so what?

The biggest fear is death, which is "no role".

I'm going to keep slashing, and those fears can happen. It's emotions that hold on to this shit and make me feel unbearable to think about it.

What is not true should be discarded, rather than being debated there all the time. Emotions don't discuss with me, just as I don't discuss emotions when I kill.

When you fooled me, you already knew that this day was coming. Maybe it's the day of death, maybe it's today. You don't exist, and I don't exist, so what the hell is all this?

What about happiness, what about the imperial dream?

I would like the life I once had, the first man of the empire, chic, powerful, and money...... But all this is just a product of fear, just a lamb that runs with fear.

I don't know what other people do, and I don't care. The point is that I, these happy lies, are all based on fear. I knew that very well, I felt it very clearly, I was just scared.

That's why there will be hard work, hard work, and a few rotten woods in the ocean. No matter how bad the rotten wood is, I'll hold on to it because it's the only thing I have.

This is the case with the distortion in the mind, and the terrifying phenomenon of the turbulent waves and thunder in the ocean is all made up by the distortion in the mind. In other words, the sea of horror and rotten wood are all distortions in the mind.

I thought that rotten wood was lucky, a savior, and I thanked God for thinking for myself, and God for making me a human being. But look at those animals, are they worse than I am?

The twist in my head single-handedly directed the entire script, and I have to admire, every time I think of being controlled by the twist in my head, I feel as if all this is a genius deception.

Yuan Changwen found that he really only had insults left, no matter what kind of distortion it was, it was not something that could be killed by reason. Only with emotions against emotions, anger and madness against hatred against fear.

What if you throw away that common sense? The sea of horror is false, rotten wood is real rotten wood, what is worth grabbing? I didn't dare to let go, I didn't dare to throw it away, and the tension was like throwing away something very important.

I was so anxious that I didn't dare to throw it away, but I couldn't even say a decent reason. That's how the twist in my head pulls me, that's how emotions grab at self-definition, grab that shit.

Unreal is unreal, and how long will you pull me?

My mother is there, constantly appearing, constantly resurfacing the hardships of the past, and constantly showing the tears of today. It was as if all this was questioning me, why did I kill and why I was not filial.

None of these things are true, whether you should be filial or not, they are not true. Mom is not real, and I am not real, all of them are just the presentation of picture elements.

What qualifications do you have to pull me there? Is it true that my mother's hard work is true? Even if it is, I have to repay my mother's love, is it true? Do I really have a mother? Is the memory in my head really reliable? Does time really exist?

Countless questions, countless assumptions, but I don't seem to care about it at all, grasping filial piety and not letting go. It can be said that filial piety is just a man-made setting, but deep down in my heart I have regarded filial piety as real and necessary.

I can't find any reason why I have to be filial, is it really a good person, so I have to be filial?

No, I know the evil thoughts in my head, and I know the evil impulses in my head. So, why do you always want to be filial? Or why can't you abandon filial piety at all?

None of this is real, it's all the result of a firm grip on emotions. There's nothing to be arrogant about, filial piety can't work, money doesn't work, don't want to continue to pull me at anything.

Admittedly, the twist in my mind is still there, and I am still in the midst of falsehood. However, I will not continue to inject energy into the character, and that sentiment of firmly wanting to grasp filial piety will not last long.

I must break the anchor of filial piety, and this kind of thing is not qualified to pull the ship of life. No matter what the anchor is, no matter how wonderful and sweet the content is, a pull is a pull, and an unreal is unreal.

It's strange to think about it, how can it have such brutal power when it's obviously an unreal thing. Or is it that I was originally constructed by these brutes, and killing is actually suicide.