Everyone is just NPCs, including me.

There is a growing feeling that I don't have much to live, and that the character will soon be shattered.

Everyone is like a character in a movie, very real but very fake.

The reality of this world is peeling off, so there is the kind of real that everyone is different, but it clearly feels fake.

Discuss whether animals have souls, and discuss whether plants have feelings, as if I had already determined that others must be real people.

I don't know what the world is doing at all, and I don't know what the role of Yuan Changwen is all about.

It's all going to be shattered, the characters are no longer framed, those boundaries are melting, the characters are crumbling.

Die, I look forward to death, I love death, I deeply embrace the Grim Reaper cutie.

The key point is that without me, the role of Yuan Changwen is not controlled by me.

Instead, look at the words, deeds, thoughts and everything that happened to the character of Yuan Changwen.

There is no me in this world.

The elements of the picture can be presented with the character of Yuan Changwen as the center point of view, or Zhang Changwen or Wang Changwen, or even at the same time.

There is only one truth.

I don't know what that awareness can perceive, I'm just thinking, I'm just the picture element.

The picture elements only present such thinking, and I can't help it.

What's the point of the whole?

Why does reality distort itself to form limitations?

Why does that awareness go to something?

Without this Juexian, there would be no so-called falsehood, and there would be no role of Yuan Changwen.

Although falsehood is not real, it is much more beautiful and wonderful than black reality.

Why do you want to present these graphic elements?

Confused, I don't understand it at all.

There is no one me in the first place, not only to peel off the authenticity of the world, but also to peel off the authenticity of the character of Yuan Changwen.

Maybe I'll never be able to figure out why, and any amount of reasoning at the moment is just a guess.

It will only add more falsehood, not slash.

The character of Yuan Changwen has no qualifications to exist, he must die, and he will inevitably die.

I'm going to be a different person, someone who doesn't care about other people's feelings at all, who is happy on my own and doesn't have anything to be happy about.

Treat your mother, wife and children, and treat strangers like you treat them.

Life without a brain, just a stream.

Maybe they will do evil things, they may have no conscience, they may live on the streets, they may do nothing until they die.

Others have become NPCs, and I myself have become NPCs, and the whole world will take a step back, and there will be no truth to speak of.

A lonely life without people, touching the dark truth, and then living a life that is simply unpredictable.

There is no fighting spirit at all, and even, every day is just a simple waste of time, eating and drinking and waiting for death.

It's just that waiting for death with a little happiness and doing nothing with a little happiness.

I don't want to be filial, I don't want to be unfilial, the word filial piety is no different from the word Pluto, and I can't think of it when I don't deliberately mention it.

Mom became an NPC, an NPC who was very good to the role of Yuan Changwen, and there was no then.

Even, the character of Yuan Changwen decides whether to continue to be filial to his mother, which is just a perceptual element of the picture, and there is no one I think about and weigh there.

The same is true for wives and children, just like playing GTA, there are no constraints, and there will be no restraints on each other.

Strictly speaking, it's watching the footage of someone else's GTA that has ended.

There is no responsibility, and there will be no demand for the other party to have responsibility.

All of the above is just my own speculation, my guess after the killing is completed.

And fear, on the other hand, is quietly hidden in it, so that I dare not let go.

Sometimes it appears in the form of a mother, and sometimes it appears in the form of money.

Either way, it's not true.

Whatever happens, it's just a picture element.

The character doesn't last long, for the first time, expecting his own death and disillusionment.

I want to completely let go and throw away the role of Yuan Changwen, instead of holding on to it firmly.

No matter how much sophistry, no matter how much rhetoric, untrue is untrue.

There is simply nothing to talk about, and nothing to argue about.

No one likes this character, not even the urge to argue with it.

Like who's going to argue with a madman?

I'm the madman, and there's only one sentence over and over again, which isn't true.

You don't need to analyze everything, you don't need to be comprehensive, you don't need to be logical, it's just to make your views more real.

But the opinion itself is not true, let alone the content.

Characters may also grab slashes and flesh out the character with self-definitions such as "I'm a slasher" or "I can't drop slashes, so I won't be able to slash them."

Fear is my guide, and I am self-righteous and want to use fear to keep me gripping.

Maybe it used to, but now, the intensity of fear is decreasing, and the role of fear is changing.

From the previous one that made me hold on to it and didn't dare to let go, to the current one that allows me to see clearly what I am grasping.

The things that the characters have are too large to be searched through one by one, whatever they are is just not real.

Trying to convince me to keep holding on to something important, sorry, fear itself is false.

I'll be afraid, I'll tremble, but I'll still kill.

The more frightened I was, the angrier I became.

On the contrary, like now, fear does not appear, and I can't find my way forward.

It will become a legendary existence, but it doesn't seem to be very happy.

It's still just a character.

Suddenly I don't know, what is the purpose of killing me so hard?

There's no going back now, hatred and falsehood have gone deep into my bones, and even fear only increases my anger.

It's all the presentation of the picture elements, and it seems that I can never forget this sentence.

There are so many chapters of slashing, the specific content has been forgotten, and at the same time, I have taken away my sense of distorted reality.

And after all, it's all characters, and it's all false after all.

Is it possible to live a better life knowing that falsehood is falsehood?

It's better to die, the character or something, it's too uncomfortable for me.

The distortion in the mind is even more nonsense, it is completely the embodiment of fear, and there is fear everywhere.

Keep moving forward, ruining the characters, ruining the life, ruining the beauty, sweetness and warmth.

The truth was there, it always was, and it took all my strength to get through the obstacle that wasn't an obstacle.

It's just hilarious, or rather, the power of falsehood is so subtle.

It's a thing that doesn't exist, but it makes me think it's real.

Not only that, but it is also very difficult to kill, and the power of anger must be used to destroy the pull of emotions.

On the other hand, these are all picture elements, which seem to be laborious.

It's not that I'm struggling, it's that I'm struggling, where am I?(https:)

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