What the hell do you think, Xia Lang doesn't know, he's really too tired, he took the magic weapon he refined, and started to parade the streets, he doesn't know at all, and he doesn't understand what he can say, maybe, in such a life, I don't know what else to say, I really can't understand, and I don't know the purpose of my life.

Maybe, this is life, Xia Lang looked at the magic weapon in his hand, and he didn't know what to do, so he forgot about these things, I couldn't understand it, and I couldn't think about these things, it's just that, these things have nothing to do with me, what else can I say, I really don't know at all, I'm too tired.

Not only him, but others don't know what to say, what to think, are these things their own fault, if this is really the case, what else do they not understand, they are becoming more and more confused, I don't understand anything, and I don't want to ask, I really don't know my life, maybe, this is my sad fate.

Xia Lang didn't say anything, the others didn't know what to do, and they didn't know what else they could think, he was so tired, he really felt that he had nothing to love, maybe, this was his life, he didn't know how to think, and he didn't understand what else he didn't understand, he just felt that this kind of life was also good.

It's just that no one knows what to say, what to think, no one can think about these things, maybe, such a life has nothing to do with me, I really don't know anything, I won't ask anything, he really feels inexplicable.

Is this really the only way, Xia Lang didn't think about any problems, he just sat in place, because, the current life has nothing to do with him, if it continues like this, what can I say, what can I ask, what can I say, what can I say about this kind of life.

I forgot all these things, I don't know what to say, what to think, maybe, this is life, I'm really tired, I'm very tired, I don't want to say anything, let alone understand this, because, I'm really old, Xia Lang just didn't say anything, he didn't know what to think, maybe, this is life.

I never wanted to think about these things, if there really is an afterlife, let me take these things into the grave, I didn't say a word, I didn't ask anything, just sat alone in the same place, because now I didn't say anything, if this kind of life continues, what else can I say, it really has nothing to do with me, I'm really very tired, what can I do, just forget about it, I have to do this, otherwise, I don't understand anything, I can only think about these things.

The others also looked at Xia Lang blankly, because his current life has nothing to do with him, so now he has understood everything, maybe, this is life, he suddenly felt tired, what else did he not understand, what else could he think about.

I'm just tired, I really don't want to know anything, after all, life is just an empty dream, Xia Lang felt that his pain was getting more and more, and he didn't say anything, he didn't think about anything, they didn't know what to do.

If he could, let him forget all these things, he felt that he was getting more and more miserable, he only wished that he had never remembered anything in his life, he was completely tired, he didn't say anything, he didn't ask anything.

Just when I don't know, I'm getting more and more speechless, Xia Lang didn't speak, he sat in place without saying a word, because, the current life really has nothing to do with him, if it goes on like this, he won't know anything.

However, what else can he do, the affairs of the Nebula Continent have little to do with him, so many rising stars, what does it have to do with him, he really feels very dazed, if there is an afterlife, let me forget about these things, if I can, please let me stop thinking about these things.

There is nothing to say, nothing to understand, what is going on, no one knows, so, no one can understand this, just when everyone didn't know what to say, the others spoke, so, now, there is nothing that Xia Lang can know, which makes Xia Lang even more confused.

There are many things that can be forgotten, I am really tired, I don't want to remember anything, I just want to forget all these things, why should I have such an experience, I am really tired, I really don't understand anything, if I can, I really don't want to say a word.

If it really only goes on like this, I'm happy and relaxed, but what else do I don't understand, no, in fact, I understand everything.

I walked forward silently, Xia Lang didn't say anything, what he did was very indignant, so he didn't say anything, and he didn't plan to understand anything, it's just that life really makes him very tired, if he has a choice, he wants to forget everything, only in this way, he feels that he can live.

If I could, I would have forgotten everything, and if I could, I wouldn't say anything, let alone understand anything, this is life, he never comprehended, so everything in reality made him feel very wonderful.

There is really no choice, so, what else can he do in his life now, what else can he say, he doesn't know, and others don't know, so Xia Lang just walked forward silently, he didn't know how long he walked, stopped, looked ahead alone, everything in front made him feel dazed.

If I had a choice, I would have liked that I had never known these things, I was really tired, I had never understood, so I forgot all these things, I was very tired, what courage did I have to live, maybe there were, or not, so, what should I do, what should I say, I am really tired.

I really don't want to know anything, for life, he's too tired, so, he doesn't want to ask anything, and he doesn't understand anything, what does this kind of life have to do with him, he lives alone in this world, and I don't know how long he has lived, and then he lives so purposelessly, it's just superfluous, so, the current life is really not interesting for him.

What else does Xia Lang think, what else can he say, he doesn't know, so he continues to refine the pills alone, and those pills have their own names, as if they are people, each with their own life.

But if he was to make a choice, he wished he had never remembered these things, only that he had forgotten everything.