Suddenly, for some reason, those cool fantasies became very disgusting.

Whether it's your favorite rhetoric before, or your own eloquent arguments, or some of your own opinions.

It's all getting disgusting, and it's all plump up the characters.

Maybe someone can just do it and don't have a god in their heart, maybe this is the state after the killing is completed.

But now, I can clearly feel the urge to plump up my character, and the fullness that comes from the whole cool point fantasy.

It's just constructing character attributes, and those fantasy scenes are all expressing the character's self-definition.

It's all centered on the role of Yuan Changwen, and it's all centered on me.

The point is, there's no me at all.

Before, these cool points, especially the cool point fantasy about telling about the slashing and exploring the real aspect, made me not pay attention to it at all.

It seems that I think it's okay, after all, it's the harvest of my own killing, and all the metaphors and all the logic are all my own balsamic vinegar back.

It's a pity that it's still just a plump character.

I didn't see it, I just suddenly felt sick to these things, and I couldn't figure out how I liked it before, and how I took the time to deliberately fantasize about the plot.

The feeling of going downstream is great, but it is different from the previous sense of relaxation, and even more different from the previous joy of wanting to dance.

However, the stream is not so exciting, as if it is simply a little happy.

The whole body is light and fluttering, as if you can fly at any time as long as you want.

There is no need to rely on any spiritual power for cultivation, just nodding in agreement.

You can't have a tailstream, you can't have a downstream, you can't have a career.

On the contrary, it is more like merging with the stream, stopping the distortion in the mind, and it seems that you can touch the stream.

It's not the same as the real thing, and I can touch it.

Because the downstream itself is also a feeling, it is still just the presentation of the elements of the picture, the same false.

It's hard work to maintain a role, and I don't understand why I haven't thrown it away.

It's like grasping a protrusion on the edge of a cliff, and it takes a lot of effort to keep yourself from falling.

Why bother?

Grasping the character's self-definition sounds good, like holding on to a difficult situation, being optimistic in the midst of sadness, etc.

It's still hard for me to refute it from the content.

"I'm a responsible person", "I'm a person who doesn't eat protein", "I'm never late", etc.

I can't hand myself over, and I'm afraid that the character will be hurt.

But in fact, acting on the twists in your head is guaranteed to be better than going downstream?

Even, the damage suffered by the character is completely about the distortion in the brain being deprived.

What I'm going to do is not lose my money at all, nor do I kill my mother, it's useless.

The heart is still tugging like an anchor, and these actions are themselves driven by fear.

Even, slashing will become a means of falsehood, and it will become a plaything of fear.

I knew I was grabbing and killing, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to do anything after I discarded it.

This feeling is obvious, and I have encountered it several times before.

Luckily, I didn't have to prove anything, the catch was there.

I don't need to testify to anyone, it's just something in my head.

It is indeed easy to understand that it is easy to set the role with rules, whether it is the other party or yourself, it seems that you will become a good life.

No one wants to face an unpredictable person, and this unpredictability does not mean that the city government is deeply happy and angry.

Instead, maybe it's good, and the other party will use a knife to cut people.

Perhaps, chatting and eating, nothing happened, and the other party suddenly flipped the table.

There's no reason for it, it's just going with the flow.

The empire will not allow such people to exist on a large scale, even if the so-called downstream will make people feel relaxed and natural, and most of the downstream will make people appear compassionate and have no obsession.

However, no one knows what will happen downstream.

Empires need to grow, societies need to be built, and fear is a very useful move.

Although the so-called Führer was also shrouded in fear, this did not affect the development of the empire as a whole.

The pull of emotions makes people unable to think at all, even if they know that it is just "possible", but they have directly decided that something terrible will happen.

In order to avoid admitting that you are emotionally pulled and irrational, use words such as prevention and precautions to cover up.

It seems that this state of being pulled by fear is not absurd at all, but a normal and even intelligent state.

I could think of a lot of plans, but the other side couldn't, so I won.

I had a lot of knowledge and a lot of information, so I was able to make a good plan and take into account all the influencing factors, so I won again.

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It's all characters, it's all characters, and I'm like a mad dog and I keep fleshing out characters.

Fear turned into worry, forcing me to think about the scenes I wrote and directed with the twists in my head.

That's enough.

How long do you have to think about it, and how long do you have to allow the distortion in your mind to be unbridled?

It's just like that, it's so explosive, it's broken, and the character can't withstand this kind of slashing at all.

Death is inevitable, I will die, and then there will be no trace.

I don't need to leave anything behind, and it's wishful thinking that the world continues to run after the character dies.

When someone else dies, the world is still there, so I also decide that "the world is still the same when I die"?

How far-fetched this association is.

I just saw someone die, and that's just the visual element that I perceive at the moment.

The picture element presents "someone else dies, and then my mind continues to live", but when the picture element presents "after my mind dies", there is no reason to think that the world will continue.

Because there is no world at all.

Perhaps, the elements of the picture will take on the mind of another character and present the same world.

Perhaps, I am only the only existence in this world, and the elements of the picture only present a kind of this world.

There are too many possibilities for me to explore, it's just speculation.

Those inspirational enthusiasm, those hardships and hardships, and those bravery in adversity all sound very good.

But I had to throw them away, slash them one by one, because they were disgusting.

The coolness brought by the plump character can still affect me, and that's why I feel sick.

It's not forced, it's not because it's false, it's just disgusting.

Even the urge to continue fantasizing was gradually dissipated under the influence of disgust.

My hands are getting a little strange, and although I can still control my palms or fingers easily, the realism is peeling off.

It's weird.

Perhaps, I will slowly fall like this, and then it will become a lake.

There are no corpses, no flesh and blood, and they become like the lake around them.

Or rather, there's no difference between a so-called self and a piece of shit.

It's just a picture element, nothing at all. (https:)

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