Who else stands in the way?

Whoever it is, it will be torn apart.

No matter how reasonable, no matter how harmonious and happy, no matter how sweet and warm, it will be ruthlessly torn apart.

Unreal is unreal, and there is no room for negotiation at all.

I always wanted to solve my mom on a false level, as if I could convince myself.

However, I can't do it, and there's no need to do it.

Untruthfulness is the key, filial piety is just a human distortion, and that's the end of it.

If the discussion is carried out on a false level, then this one also makes sense, and that one makes sense, and it is simply an endless debate.

For the sake of the empire, for the sake of society, for the sake of the family, filial piety seems to be indispensable.

And, in the discussion, full of fear, it seems that filial piety is also for a better future.

Fear is everywhere, and this kind of beautiful hope for the future is still just a drag show of fear.

I was afraid of war, I was afraid of death, I was afraid of a chaotic society that would leave me bruised, so I fantasized about a better future.

And, find all kinds of evidence to emphasize the comfort and peace of mind of that good life.

That is, to find a state that does not require fear.

I'm not even afraid of fear itself, what else can I fear.

Those bad things, those misery, are just a novel experience, just a rare experience, just a picture element.

The role of Yuan Changwen has nothing to do with me, all of this has nothing to do with me.

Picture elements can be presented at will, anyway, as long as it is a limited thing, it can be presented in any way.

And, without hindrance.

Suddenly, it doesn't seem to be quite clear what the so-called logic is.

Do you have to be logical in the presentation of picture elements?

I can't think of it, and I don't understand why it has to be logical.

I've gotten stupid and stupid, too many things are leaving me, and I don't want to chase them back yet.

Too many affirmations are just baseless speculations, and once I ask why, I can't answer them at all.

As if, these questions should not be asked at all, self-explanatory.

However, once I look at it carefully, I will find that the so-called self-evidentness is simply nonsense and random grasp driven by fear.

Those personal contacts seem self-explanatory, but in fact, they are just "I think".

When I asked why, I couldn't answer at all, and even if I did, it would just be wishful thinking.

Many times, the questioner simply doesn't know the answer, but can't see the question.

Also, I'm often reluctant to answer questions because I don't know how to answer them.

It's just that the performance of these questions is not bothered to answer, just to avoid the character being harmed.

So, in order to maintain the role, I had to laugh at the questioner.

I used to be so, and those high-minded talks were all about enriching the characters and avoiding damage to the characters' attributes.

Full of inferiority, full of fear.

Compared to going downstream, the distortion in the brain is simply scum.

I really don't understand why I still hold on to the twist in my head and don't let go, and emotions can still pull me here.

Obviously I am one-sided, and the distortion in my mind is just prejudice, what truth is there here?

Fear of letting go, fear of letting go, I also want to see how long the character can last.

I already know that the pull of emotions is just to grasp, then, sooner or later, I will not be able to grasp it.

There is no such thing as time, and the idea that you should be at the top of your life in your twenties is a fear in itself.

The presentation of the elements of the picture creates the illusion of time, and the memories, bodies, diseases, etc., that are perceived at the moment, are all feedback on the existence of time.

What the hell is the character of Yuan Changwen?

What the hell is this thing I call me?

Thinking that I might still be like this in a few decades, fear flashes through me.

That's the fear of "no role", killing has become a character attribute, and looking forward to what kind of beauty Yuan Changwen's role will have in the future.

Instead, just throw away the character.

Facing the "no role" is another level of fear.

As long as I am alive, the role of Yuan Changwen will inevitably exist.

It's the emotional pull that's the key.

I'm not real, and I don't know what the character of Yuan Changwen is, so what about all kinds of things about this character?

Slashing has become a character attribute, like career success and the like.

It's not real, I'm not real, and the killing isn't real.

It's all going to be shattered, it's not fleshing out the character, it's not about making the character achieve something, it's about destroying the character.

Even if I can't finish it, so what?

Could it be that the truth will change?

The role of Yuan Changwen is irrelevant, and there is nothing to care about at all.

Explode, what are you waiting for?

Those fears only make me sick, what to fear in this unreal world?

The pull of emotions wants me to grasp the false self-definition, and wants me to ignore the false and directly identify it as true, which cannot be done.

This set of tactics is no longer useful, except to increase my disgust.

What is the relevance of the role?

Those character attributes are covered with layers of nonsense, and I don't need to sort them out or tear them off at all.

Burn them all, destroy them all, the fire inside is enough to burn them all.

I am an arsonist and a firefighter.

Whatever it is, it will be burned.

Want to fear me?

Please stand in the real position.

I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it, everything can only happen in falsehood.

Because there are no characters in reality, there is no me or anything at all, just infinity.

Then, what happens in the midst of falsehood is a fart.

It's not that I take falsehood for reality, but that the elements of the picture are presented directly in this way.

So, I can't kill it, it has nothing to do with me, and I didn't make it impossible for me to kill it.

It's still just the presentation of picture elements.

The same is true of fear, the presentation of picture elements, what is there to fight against.

Just feeling nauseous, fear is no different from shit.

The character is bound to shatter, and no matter how stubborn it is, it can't stop the explosion, it's a constant strength.

As long as I don't get in the way, the explosion will always be there and always intensify, and it will always break through the framework of the character.

Then, there was nothing left.

Even if you just think about it, you will feel very panicked about "no role".

Unfortunately, I just want to jump into this panic, to see what fear can do to me.

Unreal stuff is scum.

I'm going to let fear in, I'm going to let fear pervade my side, and that twisted mind is self-directed, and that's all.

How frightened can you be?

There is no truth in this world, and nothing is real.

I'm here, just present, just fake.

It doesn't matter, and it's nothing. (https:)

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