Die, there is no need to live.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me, what a ridiculous statement, but I can't refute it at all.

Life is not precious, time is not worth cherishing, what the hell are these?

Nothing is precious, it's just that I think it's precious, and mine thinks it's a fart.

Before I knew it, I had come so far on this road, and I was starting to get used to it.

But I'm not done yet, and the idea that life is precious is just a twist, a whiplash from fear.

I don't need any masters, I don't need any theories, and even if the teacher is standing in front of me at the moment, he can't help me anything.

Because I don't need to know more at all, and I don't need more knowledge or information.

Nothing is holding me back, slashing characters, it's that simple.

I haven't thrown away the character yet, so the key is to throw away the slash, not to learn some other hellish theory of knowledge.

Die, explode, the character is not qualified to exist and will not exist.

Life doesn't exist at all, just as the character itself doesn't exist.

How did the fear of "no role" arise?

I don't know, just as I don't know why I have those instincts.

Since life does not exist, it becomes a matter of personal preference to think of preciousness or not.

What a ridiculous statement, but I'm willing to accept this absurdity compared to the distortion in my head.

It's like clearing the weeds, cutting and twisting the weeds one by one, and the things that reveal them make me feel ridiculous.

But the weeds had been cleared, and it was almost impossible to go back to what it once was, and I looked around like a fool.

It's a pity that he is not a fool, otherwise he would not be at a loss at all.

Explode, blow the characters apart, and make the world a mess.

Nothing to catch, nothing to cherish, not a single me.

It's all a picture element, and the characters have nothing to do with reality.

I was trapped in the character, or rather, nothing at all, I just didn't wake up.

These things are not up to me, nor is it up to the mind.

However, an inexplicable hatred just appeared, and the feeling of devouring lingered in the body, as if he wanted to swallow the character whole.

I deserve to die, the twist in my head, this thinking, all deserve to die.

This is not a bad thing, although for the characters, it is a panic thing.

Living like the walking dead doesn't seem to be as miserable as it seems.

There is no need to argue about anything, talk about what life is to work hard, talk about what to look back on your life and not regret it, etc.

Discard the distortions in your mind, and they'll all be gone.

I don't care if others don't approve, others agree and still won't help me with my killing.

Even if I return to the empire now and continue the trivial affairs of the first person in my empire, this devouring may still not leave.

Instead, keep yourself busy, let yourself tremble in fear, and let yourself grasp the twists in your head so that I don't kill.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing doesn't happen.

I don't know what I'm going to do, I don't know what I'm going to do if I'm going to keep killing, or even if I'm moving forward.

Shatter, the character should not resist anymore, because there is no resistance at all.

Without me, the role of Yuan Changwen doesn't matter at all, and even I don't understand why these picture elements are presented.

Destroy, life will become scum, life will be shattered.

What seems crazy to others, I hold onto.

Smash the character, destroy the character, and explode.

I have nothing to hesitate about, nothing to regret, no role only death.

Whatever it is, it can't stop me.

My mother is not qualified, my wife and children are not qualified, and those so-called life concepts are even more fearful drag performances.

Career is, and money is even more so, and there is fear standing behind it.

Perhaps, it can be said that the rules of society are like this, but where is society?

Isn't this kind of rhetoric just a twisted self-directed narrative?

There is no society, there is no world, there is no universe.

It's all just a picture element, it's all just an emotional pull.

There are no character attributes worth keeping, the whole world becomes a playground, others are just NPCs, everything is just my background.

Feel free to get it, you can throw it away at will, it's not a big deal.

The kind of thinking that this will lead to tragic consequences, and then the reality of slapping yourself in the face and regretting it, etc., is still just a self-written and self-directed twist in the mind, and it is still just the pull of fear to form a reality.

It's all.

Let me die, let the role of Yuan Changwen, there is nothing worth keeping, nothing is worth pity.

None of these graphic elements are realistic, and it is not a problem to present them in any way.

A repetitive life, a reborn life, a life of traversal, a realistic life, there is nothing wrong with it.

The so-called precious life is simply a thing that does not exist.

Without me, the world is unreal, and the pull of emotions makes me dare not let go, that's all.

I don't need to make any sense, I've already said so much.

Now you need to be crazy, you need to smash everything in front of you, like a violent man destroying everything in his house.

I've always been proud of my sanity, but that sanity is just a hindrance.

Emotions need emotions to fight.

Destroy, destroy all this, shatter it, let me die and let the universe die.

I don't remember how I stood here, and looking back, the road seemed terrifying.

There is no time to look back, and there is no need for this.

Keep going, keep slashing, and let the character of Yuan Changwen die.

Crazy, what else is there to be rational, what else needs to be kept, and what is there to be reluctant to?

Utter madness, completely shattering the twist in your head, jumping off a cliff and waiting for death.

I still want to keep the role of Yuan Changwen, and my reason is still persuading myself, as if madness is not a good thing.

It's just that I'm afraid that I'll become a different person.

It is useless to say that you are not afraid.

It doesn't matter if you're scared or not, it's the key to killing the character.

None of this is true, then you have to get out of the way and stand in the queue of the unreal.

Then it happens, your own death, you become another person, and you ruin it all.

Fear is waiting for it to be afraid, that's just the pull of emotions.

My opponent is not emotion, slashing falsehood, cutting that grab, cutting the anchor so that the ship of life can sail.

It's death, and having said so much, it's your own death.

Without the role of Yuan Changwen, without me, there is nothing.

I'm afraid that I'll become a ruthless and unrighteous person, and I'm afraid that I'll really go crazy and ruin all this.

But is there anything to catch?

Is there anything to catch?

The dissipation of Yuan Changwen's role is like a black screen on a monitor, and there is no need to say anything at all.

Ruin the character, destroy yourself. (https:)

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