It's just a picture element, what bullshit is real.

Die, I don't need to imitate the mentality after the killing, I just need to kill.

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

Unreasonable, death is the right way, and death is the only thing that needs to be done.

Let yourself die, let the characters be broken, there is nothing else to say.

There won't be anything important, it's all just characters, including slashing.

To destroy all this, and not to show mercy to your subordinates, is to destroy it.

Those disgusting things, those baseless affirmations, all have to be burned.

The reality of objective things, like the reality of time, is hard to take away.

The existence of the character must be false, and there is no need to discuss anything with the falsehood, nor do you need to argue about anything at the content level.

Unreal is unreal, how can these limitations be real, and where is infinity?

What the hell is the black truth?

The character must die, and the entire picture element must be thrown away.

The character of Yuan Changwen is not me, everything in this world is just a picture element, and there is no qualification to pretend to be real there, and it is arrogant to the point of incomprehension.

If the twist in my head had been quiet, maybe I wouldn't have wanted to kill at all.

Or, that relaxed and natural state has always been present, and I don't have any reason to kill it.

But I don't know how, I just started slashing, and I didn't want to stop at all.

The distortion in the mind is disgusting, and the fact that the world is not real but always has to pretend to be real is even more annoying.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me, but I have repeatedly asked for it, I have repeatedly dominated it, and it seems that the plump role is taken for granted.

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I just want to kill, I'm unreasonable, I want to ruin my life.

All those distortions, all the nonsense that "life is important, life is precious, and what is about life and career" must be destroyed.

Fear makes me afraid to let go, sorry, I just want to let those fearful things happen, I just want to allow those horrible scenes to happen.

Nothing is worth grabbing, and fear is not qualified for me to catch anything.

That inner nervousness, nervous fart, anyway, I'm going to kill you, feel nervous.

See if you can make me nervous to death, and see if you can fear me to death directly from the bottom of my heart.

You don't dare.

Because once I die physically, it's all over, and I'm already going home with the Grim Reaper cutie.

returned to the black reality and became infinite again, and at that time, what the hell was the character of Yuan Changwen?

Nothing is useful in infinity, and perhaps even memories do not exist.

Truth is everything, but there is nothing.

Maybe so, but it doesn't matter, because I need to die, I need to kill, everything else is an obstacle.

Whether it's sorting out what the truth is, or thinking about how you should kill yourself, it's a hindrance.

I live like a fool, it doesn't matter.

Or, my life is full of twists as I once was, and it doesn't matter.

It's all picture elements, and it's not real.

I always forget that, I always spin around on a character level.

It seems that the character should be like this and not like that, as if he has a set of rules of conduct, and then he can let the character fit in beforehand, and then live a formulaic life.

It's all, and it's all fear standing behind it.

Die, let yourself die, how can such a simple thing be so complicated.

The reluctance to die led to this tug-of-war, and fear was also a constant blessing, allowing me to firmly grasp the falsehood.

Other people's lives are so devoted, and it seems that I used to be so devoted.

But now, those analyses of life, summaries of the industry, and all kinds of so-called scientific proofs make me feel sick for a while.

Perhaps, this is a disease, depression.

In other words, depression is not a disease at all, but like muscle growth caused by muscle aches.

Depression can also lead to a different level of lifestyle.

Is this true?

I don't know, right, it's still just the picture elements explaining the picture elements, not the truth.

Nothing, I should have achieved nothing, the characters are all dead, and I'm still a fart.

If any kind of creature, even a cloud or something, had the human mind, maybe the world would have become a mess for nowhere.

It continues, and the characters' struggles become hidden, and they no longer seem to be as blatant as before.

I haven't finished it yet, so it means that the role is still there, and it also means that I have to move on.

Nothing will be left, it's like I'm adapting to a new worldview, and those old things won't disappear easily.

Unfortunately, the character is destined to die, and I can't figure out that the character will always live, or that he will stop one day.

Perhaps, there are ways to be afraid, such as one's own career, such as the so-called family, and such as one's own inability to waste one's life.

Anyway, fear always matches the distortion in my head, and then it keeps beating me like a wave.

Funnily enough, who will judge the definition of "wasted life"?

No matter how real the distortion in the mind may seem, it is just a distortion and a prejudice, and it simply cannot withstand any deep digging.

As long as you are willing to dig deeper, then the distortion in your mind will reveal an extremely ridiculous side.

Die, let the character die, there is nothing to negotiate.

Let the character achieve nothing, and let all the character's attributes be wiped out.

The world is not real, and what to say and how you should live is still just a personal preference.

It's like I'm vomiting, getting nauseated, and then I keep vomiting.

After vomiting, it seems to be much better, but in fact waiting for the next vomiting.

Die, there's nothing to say, and I don't know what I'm hesitating about, what I'm delaying.

What a simple thing, right, just death, no need to think and no trade-offs, just death.

Compared with any knowledge, what philosophy of life, and what principles of doing things, isn't death simple?

How cowardly I am to still dare not let myself die, and to stand in this position after so many chapters of slashing.

On the other hand, slashing doesn't seem to have to worry about anything in the first place, it's just a visual element.

The real is not affected, it will not be affected, and nothing can affect the real.

In fact, there is no difference between character slashing and character working hard to make money.

Even if the killing is completed, the role is still the role, but I understand more clearly that the role of Yuan Changwen is not me.

Perhaps, the character will be worried about something, and maybe fear will find a point of intrusion.

It doesn't matter, as soon as the character dies, everything is over.

You don't need to discuss any character attributes, or fear or anything like that, and kill the character.

As for whether it is cost-effective to kill the character, whether it affects life, whether it ruins life, it is my business.

The character has to die, it's as simple as that.

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