It's ridiculous to think about.

Who would think that their hands are not their own, their bodies are not their own, everything that happens is just false.

And the real thing is just a black thing that transcends time.

I don't know exactly how the world is presented.

I don't know what the real infinity is.

After so many chapters of slaughter, I just destroyed everything I was proud of, whether it was sanity or strength or that knowledge, all of them were burned.

Without the role of Yuan Changwen, there is only an empty shell left, where he goes with the flow.

The world has no sense of belonging, no sense of reality, like broken lenses that can no longer illuminate a reasonable picture.

There are too many questions to figure out, but those so-called answers to the so-called figurative ones are just picture elements explaining picture elements.

It's just to calm the flustered heart and let yourself find a stable platform.

If someone points out that this solid platform comes from imagination, it will be collectively accused, because it destroys the foundation of a stable life.

All you need is a kind of reassurance, so that you can believe and agree that this belief is the ultimate truth, and only stay on the elements of the picture to explain the elements of the picture.

For example, how did the apple break, and the answer is that it fell and hit the ground, causing it to break.

This is sufficient, there is no need to think about the linear passage of time, there is no need to think about whether the law itself can be maintained permanently.

Just believing in this simple way is like brainwashing, like believing in the existence of heaven/

They are all people of faith, and they are all believing in something, all in order to make life better.

The only difference, perhaps, is simply a matter of numbers.

Now, I'm about to throw away this appeasement and jump into that dark abyss.

Despite the wisdom of the management to dissuade, although the abyss looks scary, the character of Yuan Changwen must die.

There's no one here, so I can't figure out why I can't throw it away.

Wake up, I know that the price of the completion of the killing is everything, and everything in the character of Yuan Changwen will die in the killing.

Those who are happy, sweet and happy, those who are sad and melancholy crying, those who struggle upward, those who are negative and gloomy and regretful, will all be burned.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me, and the ups and downs of those emotions will naturally not be so exaggerated.

It may still hurt, but it is estimated that it is limited to physical reactions, and as for the so-called emotions, it will become blurred, as if you are feeling it from a long distance.

An incompetent garbage actor is always unable to devote himself to the role, but is estranged from the various dramas of the role.

Slowly dying like this, rotting in the depths of the lake, the role of Yuan Changwen will become inexplicable from now on.

My mother became a stranger, my wife and children were also strangers, and those struggles and efforts became even more incomprehensible.

Maybe I'll do something more, but it's going to be in itself, and who thinks they're going to.

There is no plan, no arrangement, nothing is known about the future development.

Perhaps, just with a little happiness and satisfaction, one day at a time.

The character must die, and he will die.

Whether the character is killed or not, it doesn't matter, because it's not me at all.

It's all just picture elements, and the characters are all dead picture elements.

And the real has always been real, and it was dark there.

The world may have been presented countless times, or it may have only presented this moment, or it may be presented all the time, or it may just be an ordinary one in countless appearances.

I'm not done yet, and I'm going to keep going.

Imitating the state after the slash is completed doesn't make me finish the slash.

Even, that imitation itself is just a guess, no matter how reasonable, it is just a guess.

The example of vampires is a good illustration of this situation.

The character is dying, even if it's going around in circles, I'm going to keep going around and just wrap the character around and die there.

It doesn't matter if the kill is complete or not, and everything about the character doesn't matter anymore.

And there is no reality in this world, all about the characters, all of which can be thrown away.

Life, wife and children, mother, and wishful thinking for the sake of emotional stability can all be thrown away.

The character is dead, and the character is not real, no matter what state the character is in.

I don't know how to treat the world, and I don't know how to treat the character of Yuan Changwen and those so-called relatives.

It's not true, what else is there to say.

And the distortions in my brain are dying, the distortions that can know the behavior are withering, and I don't seem to have any need to do anything.

Including filial piety, including responsibility to wife and children.

Everything became selfish, I only think about myself, and I can only think about myself.

The so-called consideration of others is still just the content of "I think", and it is still just a speculation.

The world has become dispensable, and even the idea of "how can time be wasted, how can it be so idle" itself is withering with distortion.

Without the pull of emotion, without the blessing of fear, these thoughts become ridiculous.

I had thought about returning to the empire to continue teaching my disciples after the killing, but now it seems that I no longer have this impulse.

It's all the presentation of picture elements, what am I going to teach?

Others are not changed because of my words, so what am I going to teach?

The distortion in the mind is, no matter what kind of summary it is, it is not true.

It's about throwing it away, along with the characters.

What am I waiting for, killing the character like this, killing myself like this.

Destroy all of this completely, unreal is unreal, just throw it away.

It's all a picture element, and that awareness doesn't exist in this world at all.

There are no issues to consider, and there is no life to plan, just the presentation of picture elements.

The rest is to slash, to kill the character, to destroy the distortion in the brain.

Life will also be ruined because of it, and when I don't have the idea that I have to be filial, my mother becomes dispensable, and at this time, the sweetness, harmony and happiness of the family also dissipate.

It's just that the picture elements show me sitting with my family eating together, and it also shows me at a loss.

There is nothing that you have to obey your mother, you have to be filial to your mother, you have to go home often, you have to let your mother, these are gone.

All behavior patterns are just going with the flow, and without the premise of being excited, I will only think about myself, and I don't have any thoughts about the so-called mother or family.

Perhaps, I can easily leave the family, simply because of the flow, or the distortion of the family makes me sick.

Sink like that, die like that, those twists have no reason to live.

The whole world has to be thrown away, and the black reality has no characters and no time.

Put aside the distortion in your mind, and even, even "you are a person" have to be thrown away.

Those moral traditions are just nice to hear. (https:)

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