The world is so beautiful and has so many wonderful things.

At this moment, he didn't seem to be harassed by fear, and those people and things seemed to be hiding aside. A slow sense of relaxation permeated his body, and it seemed that he shouldn't continue to kill at all, because this state was very comfortable.

And that feeling of devouring still continues to spread in the body.

Think about the state of achieving your dreams, or the state of having a lot of money, the state of being almost fearless and worry-free and just enjoying life without worry, which is similar to how easy it is now.

There is no reason for me to move on, the only words that linger in my ears are only farther away.

Right, I'm not done yet, even though I'm in good shape at the moment, though there is no fear, although I am simply doing my own thing. Without much enveloping, the so-called dilemma does not exist, because the word dilemma itself is judged by a distortion in the mind.

The current situation, whatever happened, just happened. There is no such thing as a predicament.

There is no such thing as "no success", because I don't know if my actions will lead to success, I just do these things. If you don't have a distortion in your head, you naturally don't want a certain state, such as a lot of money.

The process of doing things itself becomes a kind of enjoyment, and the result of simply doing something leads to no concern at all. I don't know exactly how the elements of the picture are presented.

Gradually, these states appeared, and he seemed to be gradually getting rid of the distortions in his mind. It seemed nice to stay here, and I didn't get angry to move on, but the feeling of devouring was telling me that it wasn't over yet.

Slash with a smile?

When I wanted to kill before, I was moving forward with anger, hating false control over myself. This kind of hatred is stronger than the distortion in the mind of fear discarding, so it can be killed.

It's like my mother, thinking about killing my mother, thinking that my mother is no different from a pile of shit on the side of the road, thinking that if I don't go to filial piety, that fear will explode, mixed with strong emotions to destroy reason.

And now, it seems that he doesn't want to make his mother arrogant anymore, and he seems to instinctively dislike his mother's existence. There's no anger, it's really like treating something dirty, unwilling to let it get closer.

So, keep surrendering with a smile and continue to kill?

Yuan Changwen didn't know, and he didn't want to discuss this, and he wasn't teaching his disciples. These things are useless to themselves, whether it is angry slashing or smiling slashing, maybe only for those who have not slashed, will think that it is a key point.

But it's amazing to think about it, initially it was emotional protection, and now it's an instinctive reluctance to continue to accept these distortions. Then move on, with or without a path forward.

All of this is just the presentation of picture elements, and the slash at the moment is still fake, and it is still a character drama on the stage. A character who recognizes the scene as just a stage play, a character who doesn't, but who is also a character who is false.

Again, it doesn't matter what the role is. It doesn't matter if it's good or evil, whether it's flying or transforming, it's useless. The real is not in this world, and the whole picture element has to be discarded.

The characters are slashing, slashing at the distortions in their minds with abrupt swings, which are also just representations of graphic elements.

The truth is not there, and I can't touch the truth, but this non-existent obstacle has always hindered me.

There's nothing in the way of reality, and I can't touch it at all, and it's unbelievable to think about it. There is no time in reality, and the black reality is still there.

Slashing has become a character attribute and has become an obstacle. I was afraid that I would not be able to kill successfully, and I was afraid that after discarding the killing, I would become a state of absurdity that was neither a complete kill nor a normal person.

Nothing can fear me, not even the slash itself.

It is precisely because of the existence of falsehood, because of the presence of the characters, that fear appears. Those twists in my head will try to control me frantically as soon as they seize the opportunity.

The character is just a representation of the picture elements, and there is no reason to say that I can definitely kill it, and there is anything wrong with showing that the character can't be killed and can't go back in time?

The elements of the picture show that the characters are pulled by fear, so what's the problem?

I can't give the kill any meaning, and I can't make it real. No matter how you explain it, killing is still fake, and it's still no different from working hard to make money and standing at the pinnacle of life.

It's all just a matter of personal preference, and I don't know if the killing can lead to the truth.

I think that the so-called motivation is just a product of fear, and fear turns into enthusiasm and hard work to fool me, and in the end it is still fear.

So, what about slashing?

Fear that you can't finish killing, so you keep killing?Fear that you're in an embarrassing dilemma, so you force yourself to kill?

This fear itself is false, and the killing itself is false, but I am hindered by the falsehood of the killing itself.

Words and actions don't matter, just like not arguing with the content of the fear at all, it is a move that has no chance of winning. Stop the killing, you can prove that you are not afraid of "the killing is not done"?

Hell, this act of giving up the killing itself is driven by fear, that is, by giving up the killing to prove that he is not afraid that "the killing is not completed". Obviously, this in itself is fear.

It's like wanting to be fearless, but it's still fear.

My opponent is not the content of fear, nor the fear itself, but falsehood. Are these things real? Are the whole elements of the picture realistic?

Is there a shred of real existence in this world?

Yuan Changwen felt that he was about to explode, but he still didn't explode. Perhaps, the so-called anti-explosion mechanism is worthy of praise, and there are many names to describe this anti-explosion mechanism, such as what calm, what rational, what calm, and so on.

I wanted to explode, I wanted to die, and now even the killing itself was a means of fear intrusion.

It doesn't matter how many times you say it, what the role is. Whether the elements of the picture present fear, or whether they are happy and relaxed, they are all unreal.

There is no truth here, and since it is all false, what is there to discuss?

The characters themselves don't exist, and any fear of what the characters will do seems so ridiculous. Only when I think all this is real and think that I am the character of Yuan Changwen will there be a series of emotional reactions.

Of course, the emotional response directly presented by the elements of the picture is not the content of the fear that produces the fear. ()

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