Confusion, complete chaos.

Yuan Changwen fell quietly into the depths of the lake, but the thoughts in his mind were more manic than the most turbulent storm in the world. The explosive disasters of the whole world are not comparable to the thoughts in Yuan Changwen's mind.

Immersed in the icy waters, his body burned with angry flames and mournful burning embers. This discomfort constantly tormented Yuan Changwen, and he wanted to give up several times, but he couldn't give up.

It seems that he can no longer pursue any so-called success. The mind is all about real and unreal thinking.

I haven't finished yet, so what's the reason to sit down and rest? But in fact, it's not my choice at all whether I want to rest or not, as if a pair of invisible hands are pushing the whole course of events.

When that sense of relief came, how comfortable did I feel, and what reason did I have to continue to kill? However, I didn't allow myself to choose to sit down, and the discomfort hit me again, and before I knew it, I embarked on the road of killing.

Sometimes, I can get distracted. I think those things can be a distraction, such as movies, games, and other things. But I obviously know that I am distracted, and when I know that "I am distracted", I can't continue to be distracted.

Yuan Changwen felt a great headache, he must have been cursed, so he wanted to kill. But on the other hand, I was glad that I could kill him.

If you move your fingers slightly, you can feel the presence of your fingers.

Hey?

Yuan Changwen suddenly found that the rubber band on his wrist was gone!

Why is it gone? What did you do?

For some reason, a wave of anger suddenly rose, and that unwillingness burned like a flame.

Give me back my bands!

Yuan Changwen roared in his head, as if this rubber band was a priceless treasure, or maybe this leather band had some extraordinary commemorative significance.

No, this rubber band itself was picked up, and it was accidentally encountered in the depths of the lake.

Yuan Changwen wanted to comfort himself, wanted to alleviate this anger from the "resignation" he summarized, and wanted to use words such as "everything has its own trajectory" to eliminate this anger.

But why get rid of this anger?

Yuan Changwen felt the burn, and his chest was like a cannonball, as if nothing could stop him. If there's something in the way, smash it. No matter what it is, even if it is God, he will destroy the other party.

At all costs.

That's right, my rubber band is gone, I accept my fate. Because this is a situation that has already happened, but, next, I am going to kill the character of Yuan Changwen.

It is because of the existence of the role of Yuan Changwen that my rubber band is gone.

I don't care for any reason, I don't care if I'm crazy or not, just for a rubber band?

The flames in Yuan Changwen's chest were rolling, nothing could stop this flame, any fear or reality would turn into nothingness in the face of this anger.

Come on, kill Yuan Changwen!

Give me back my bands!

Yuan Changwen was like a madman, roaring loudly in his heart, for the sake of this rubber band, for revenge, the role of Yuan Changwen must be killed.

I don't know why I'm like this, but that's it, and the anger in my heart can't be stopped. Tears, slowly flowing, were still only one drop. It seems that the rest of the tears have been evaporated by anger.

Character, you're dead.

Give me back my bands!

Since the rubber band is gone, then you go to the funeral!

I don't know what else is important, family affection will kill family affection if it hinders me, and fear will kill fear if it hinders me. I have to kill the character of Yuan Changwen and let him bury the leather band I gave me.

Yuan Changwen's whole body was trembling, and he brought up some bubbles to rise freely.

There has never been a moment when Yuan Changwen hates the character so much, and there is no moment when he wants to kill the character so much. At all costs, anything that can be used, will become a weapon. You don't need to think about the future, you don't need to think about what is cost-effective, nothing.

There is only one goal, to kill the character and make him bury him with his rubber band.

That's what crazy people are, and I never thought that one day I would be grateful for this madness. Even, I will dislike that this madness is not strong enough. If anyone could cure my madness now, I'd be the absolute first to kill him.

This kind of madness is what I want.

Without this determination, he is just going around in circles, a clown playing with words.

Do you want me to stop? Yes, let the character accompany the funeral first.

Nothing can stop me, and I don't know why a little rubber band would make me so angry. Perhaps, there will always be such an inexplicable moment.

I admit that my rubber band is gone, and I accept my fate. Next, I want revenge, and I want the character to be buried. That's it, there is nothing esoteric, because the presence of the character leads to the absence of the band, then the character must be buried.

I don't care if I'm crazy, I don't think about whether it's worth it or not, or what it can do to my life.

No, none at all!

I'm just going to kill the characters, that's all. If there's something that can stop me and stop me, then go ahead and give it a try. Let me see if I can stop.

Uncomfortable, painful, crying?

It's all good, I need these, negative emotions are the faithful companionship and the source of my strength. But I also know that the power to fear that bewitching woman is so powerful that it is easy to subdue my anger. Then I became a little dissatisfied.

It's good, I feel a slow devouring sensation, let me devour me with open arms!

I don't know if this devouring sensation will help with the killing, or if this devouring sensation will indicate that I am moving forward. Anyway, the character is going to the funeral, everything is just a trick to delay.

The character isn't dead, is he?

This is the ironclad truth, something that cannot be changed by any amount of whitewashing. Talk about the meaning of life, talk about the beauty of life, and talk about the future prospects. These are all whitewashes.

What else do I have to do? More important than killing the character?

Perhaps, it is important to ensure the physical life. Dying together is not what I want, or rather, I want to kill the character while surviving physically.

As for the truth, I don't want to think about the truth anymore. Because if I can touch the real thing, I can't be sure at all. Kill the character, kill the character, and let the character go to my rubber band to be buried.

That's what I want.

Yuan Changwen suddenly had a feeling that maybe this kind of madness was the opening characteristic of the first step. In other words, after so many chapters of killing, I didn't take the first step at all?

Possibly, but it doesn't matter. Even if this anger is extinguished again, it doesn't matter.

The character isn't dead, is he.