There is no joy and no hate, no love and no fear.

Xie Linfeng actually didn't understand the feelings and thoughts of the original owner, and Xie Linfeng Xie Daochang, who was three thousand miles away from the flowers, actually didn't know these so-called love, hatred, and hatred.

People respect me, I respect people. If anyone sins against me, I will pay ten times or a hundredfold.

In Xie Daochang's philosophy of life, instead of worrying about unrealistic things such as love and love, it is better to have fun in the world.

There was once such a sincere love affair in front of him, but Xie Linfeng chose to escape. It wasn't long before he came into contact with the game of Jian San, and a little junior sister who was a little ambiguous outside the game also entered this game. The same district uniform, the same novice, of course, they are in love.

Xie Linfeng is rarely interested in something, but once he is addicted, he can't move even when the sky falls.

As mentioned in the 818 of the scumbag and the junior in every swordsman's relationship, Xie Linfeng has been in the game for longer and longer, and he knows more and more people, and he is naturally unfamiliar with the little junior sister day by day.

This kind of rustiness is not a moment, when Xie Linfeng has reached the full level and is looking for someone to lead the world to fight, the little junior sister is still mixing in the pile of corpses in Luo Dao. Later, Xie Linfeng was disheartened for various reasons, deleted his first account, and when he played the current account, the little junior sister was still in Luo Dao's corpse pile. Even after Xie Linfeng's newly built number reached the full level, the little junior sister was only a few levels higher.

She didn't accompany him on the road to his upgrade, and it wasn't her who was by his side when he was frustrated.

It's just a game, there are swordsmen, there is love, but the only thing that doesn't have it is 818 and three.

Later, he thought, let's just fade away. It's just that what he didn't expect was that when he proposed his death, the little junior sister who had always been quiet and duty-bound would text one by one, telling those worries and hesitations that he didn't know.

For a whole night, there were more than 900 messages on the mobile phone. For a moment, he felt a great sense of panic and powerlessness. There has never been a moment when he was so convinced that he was a scumbag. There had never been a moment when he was so desperate to cut ties with the same person.

Whether the game is unintentional or ruthless in the world, there are some feelings in this world, but he can't afford to play and can't play.

If you are destined to be unable to respond, why give hope?

Mu Yunrui is not wrong, he is wrong, he just met the wrong person at the wrong time, and then pulled him into this whirlpool called love.

What about the original owner, who seems to have been tricked by fate all his life, how could he ever do anything wrong? If he insists on finding two or three faults in this, then it is probably that the young man who was originally transcendent and could look down on the rivers and lakes fell into the mortal dust because of some kind of little thought that does not need to be said. I fell in love with someone I shouldn't have been.

Death is not a kind of end, a kind of happiness. It's just that in the heart of the original owner, he is unwilling after all.

is not willing to be in a love that dies halfway because of the tricks of fate, and is not willing to face each other with swords that seem to be clear between good and evil.

The original owner is just a poor man who can't ask for it.

I can't ask for it, I will resent, I will love and part, I will be born, old, sick and die.

In the first half of his life, Mu Yunrui couldn't ask for this item, which was undoubtedly the most abrasive.

After all, he used to love the person named Li Zikang so much, even if time flies, he can't tell whether he loves that person or the feeling he once had. It was through time to this strange time and space, and he never forgot that he once loved such a person.

But as long as it's human, it's different. Time has erased not only the traces of time, but also the persistence that I once thought would not change.

At no moment, Mu Yunrui deeply felt that he no longer loved Li Zikang and the original Xue Gongzi. Even self-deception has become a luxury.

Or perhaps, what he loved was never that person, but just that feeling.

There is something dark in my heart that erupts into the water, and more importantly, it is powerlessness against the current situation.

This was the tenth assassination they had suffered since they returned to the base, and the result was, of course, the so-called space.

Chop the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

However, he took it for granted, thinking that by killing all the people who were present that day and knowing that he had the news, and then pushing it on the zombies, he could buy more time. I don't want that when he and Zhao Yunxin return to the base, they will face a situation where the whole world is the enemy.

That zombie didn't even think about letting himself go.

And he should have thought of it a long time ago.

Just like Mu Yunrui's heart at this time, there is no love except for the hatred of Li Zikang, the son of Huixue, and Li Zikang, who has become a zombie, should also hate himself.

Although Mu Yunrui didn't know how Li Zikang could become a zombie, and how could he appear under the completely unfamiliar name Xie Linfeng. But as long as he thinks of Xie Linfeng's face that is six or seven points similar to that of Hui Xue Gongzi, as long as he changes his expression slightly, his face will be the same as his memory. Even if Mu Yunrui wants to deceive himself and deny some things, he can't get it.

Hate or not, Xie Linfeng naturally has no right to ask Mu Yunrui anything with the shell of the original owner. The person in the world who has the most right to love or hate is long dead, and for Xie Linfeng, this is just a game, a task. Love is not up to him, and hate is not up to him.

Therefore, when the development and evolution of zombies became more and more rapid, and the surviving humans were fighting for power and killing each other, one day when he heard that Mu Yunrui wanted to see him and sacrifice the space in his hand, he just said lightly that he knew.

And then, there was no then.

No matter how powerful the protagonist's aura is, there will be a time when it will be exhausted. The struggle for power and profit in human society, and the darkness of human nature in the last days, are more cruel than Xie Linfeng imagined.

What's more, the puppet is not guilty, but guilty.

The space in the last days is undoubtedly something that is red in the eyes of all parties. There are not so many rights and wrongs in this world, and when the value of the things in Mu Yunrui's hands is beyond the imagination of the world, those mysterious methods that were originally enough to bring infinite possibilities to Mu Yunrui have become the deadliest shackles.

Mu Yunrui's pride made him rather give the space in his hand to Xie Linfeng, who was originally a friend and foe, than a careerist in human skin.

It's a pity that Xie Linfeng is not a snow boy. Naturally, there is no way to fulfill his pride.

For Xie Daochang, as long as he knows that the protagonist is not doing well, then he will be relieved.

Mu Yunrui's life is not good?

He hates, he hates Li Zikang, hates himself, hates everyone in Base C, and hates Zhao Yunxin, who will always be with him outside the country.

Love yourself and what you love, as a demon sect leader who is always more rational than emotional at a critical moment, Mu Yunrui will naturally choose the one who loves him.

He once thought that he would never be able to love someone as much as he loved Hui Xue Gongzi, just as he actually knew that Zhao Yunxin's love for him was so deep under his seemingly good disguise.

The treacherous Demon Sect Leader has actually done his best to see every love and hate. Set up the scales in your heart and weigh the so-called pay and return.

For Hui Xue Gongzi, his efforts are greater than their returns. At least in that limited time, Li Zikang did not respond much to his love. But Zhao Yunxin is different. At least in this person, what he feels most is the love for himself.

The bias of the scales can be imagined.

But he forgot that he Mu Yunrui could let go of his love for Bai Yueguang and cinnabar moles. Zhao Yunxin, who was already extremely powerful, why couldn't he unite with the careerists around him to stretch out a black hand to himself?

Karma, that's probably it.