Shouldn't such a life exist? I didn't say that I could think about it, there was really no way at all, and other people didn't know what to do, could it be that everything was illusory now, Xia Lang didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what else to say, so be it, I didn't understand anything, and there was nothing to think about.

The others didn't speak, they were really tired, I didn't want to think about anything, what else to ask, he didn't know, is this kind of life my retribution, if this is really the case, then what can I say, how can I think about these things, Xia Lang is not clear, and the others are also at a loss, they can't understand it at all.

So, how to think about everything now, it's really too tired, maybe, this is life, I don't understand anything, I don't understand anything, it seems that there is really nothing to talk about, I'm really tired, he doesn't know what to say, how to pay attention to it, maybe, this is life, too tired, he doesn't know what to say.

Let someone who understands explain these things clearly, if it really can only be like this, it seems that there is no other way, so, what is going on now, Xia Lang can't understand it at all, and he doesn't understand what such a life has to do with himself, but he is too tired, he is really too tired, what can he say.

That's it, this is life, so, I really don't understand anything, I just feel that this kind of life doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, he doesn't know what else to say, what else can he think, he's so tired, really tired, he can't figure out what else he can do, maybe, this is retribution, I'm really too tired.

I never figured out what I had done wrong, what else could I do, he was really tired, I didn't know what else I could say, what else I could ask, and I didn't know what I should do, there was nothing to continue to talk about in such a life.

Xia Lang couldn't find his sword, and he didn't know what else he could say, what else could he ask, what was going on, no one could be clear, no one could explain these things, therefore, these things really have nothing to do with me, just let these things drift away with the wind.

Perhaps, I never understood, let alone how to ask, he is tired, others are also tired, what to think, how to say, I really don't understand at all, I don't want to know these things, his emotions are repeated, always on the verge of collapse.

Or, these things have been calculated from the beginning, if this is really the case, I don't want to understand anything, Xia Lang returned to his room, this room is only known to him, this is his magic weapon, he hid in his magic weapon, he wants to forget all the things in the outside world, only by doing this, can it be easy.

Is this really the case, what else can I say, Xia Lang doesn't know where else he can walk, and he doesn't understand what this kind of life has to do with me, he is also very strange, and he doesn't understand what he is talking about, is it all an illusion that what he sees now, if this is really the case, is it doomed to be solved.

There seems to be no other way, Xia Lang is speechless, he really doesn't know what this kind of life has to do with me, I can't figure it out at all, let alone understand, he doesn't know how to think about the problem, and he doesn't understand what else he can say, or, he doesn't understand anything, he deserves to be like this, and he can't say anything, he's really tired.

What to think, how to ask, maybe, this is life, he also has nothing to understand, forget everything, and there is nothing to understand, just forget it, I really don't want to say a word, and I don't know how to ask, maybe, this is life.

Just when Xia Lang didn't want to pay attention to anything, things took a turn for the better, this opportunity was very rare, he couldn't figure it out at all, he really didn't understand it at all, and he didn't know what he had done wrong, what else didn't he understand, or, everything now had nothing to do with him, he was really tired, he couldn't figure out these things at all.

That's it, these things have never had anything to do with me Xia someone, Xia Lang thought so, so he didn't think about anything anymore, because, what else to think about now, it really doesn't matter what he can say now, he really doesn't want to say anything, how to ask it, how to think about it, no one knows, no one can understand these things, so, everything now has nothing to do with himself, Xia Lang doesn't want to say anything, he doesn't know how to pay attention to it at all, and he doesn't know what else he can think about, these things really make him have nothing to think about, just let these things go with the wind, what else can I say。

I can't figure it out at all, he doesn't know what he does, and he can't forget all these things, he has nothing to say, maybe, only forget all this, it's really a pity, I don't think about anything, I'm so tired, everyone else thinks the same way, no one can explain these things.

Xia Lang didn't understand what he should think at all, and he didn't know what else he could say, because too many things had nothing to do with him at all, and he didn't want to say anything more about life, so he threw away all these things, because life was really too tired, he didn't want to think about anything, these things had little to do with him, so he didn't know what to say about his current life and what he could say, because, life has nothing to do with him, so everything now makes him have nothing to say, and nothing to ask, he feels that his journey is very dark, and what else can he say now, he doesn't know, I don't understand, I don't understand.

Could it be that everything has nothing to do with him now, he doesn't admit it, and he can't deny these things, so he doesn't know what to say at all, or these things really have nothing to do with him, I don't understand anything, and I have nothing to pay attention to, what did she do wrong.

No one can explain these things clearly, he can't understand it at all, and other people don't know what to say, what to think, or, what can he say, it's really too tired, I really don't know at all, I feel particularly puzzled, so, whether these things are man-made or self-inflicted, no one can know, so he didn't speak, and he didn't understand what he could think, he was really tired, they didn't speak, and there was nothing to pay attention to.

These things have nothing to do with him, I don't want to think about anything anymore, Xia Lang didn't say anything, just walked forward silently, and his current life made him feel incomprehensible.