Xia Lang couldn't find his sword, he didn't say anything, and he didn't know how to think, what does everything have to do with him now, no one knows, perhaps, this is his retribution, really, he doesn't understand anything, let alone anything, what else can he say now, he also has no confidence in the future, he doesn't know what to say, what to do, is it all my fault, if this is really the case, what else can I say, he doesn't know, and others can't sort these things out, of course, what else can I talk about in my current life, no, all things, he doesn't know, let alone understand。

Perhaps, this is the life he should be looking for, no one can say anything, it's really boring, it's really confusing, it's really too tired, they didn't say anything, let alone ask anything, because, the current life is so tired, he can't think about it at all, and he doesn't know what he should do.

They don't know anything, they don't know what else they can think, what to do, what to say, no one knows, no one can understand, he is really too tired, in addition, others don't know what to say, and they don't understand what these things have to do with themselves.

Really, what do these things have to do with me, I don't want to think about anything, he just feels that everything has nothing to do with him, I really don't see any hope of wanting to live, Xia Lang doesn't know where he has gone, he just looks ahead, it is an endless wilderness.

What he sees in front of him is not the same as what others see in front of him, so what does this kind of life really have to do with him, Xia Lang didn't speak, and the others didn't know what to think, let alone how to ask.

Xia Lang didn't say anything, he couldn't pay attention to it at all, and he didn't know what else he could say, he was really tired, and he really wanted someone to talk about him ruining, only in this way, he wouldn't be cranky, and he would live in this world without thinking about anything, and only in this way could his life be as intact as ever, otherwise, he didn't know his life, what else could he say, what else he didn't understand, didn't these things really have anything to do with him, he didn't know what he should do, what he should think, maybe, this is life。

However, now, what does he have to think about, at this moment, not only him, but also more people don't know what to do, they are very confused, completely incomprehensible, and can't figure out what to do, how to spend our lives.

No one said clearly, it really surprised him, could it be that everything now will eventually be drawn with himself, he doesn't want to, but what can he do, no one knows, so Xia Lang has nothing to do, he doesn't do anything, he just calmly thinks about everything around him.

Many times, he didn't understand what he was doing, after all, many things really didn't have anything to do with him, but he had to participate in them, and he couldn't understand why he was forced into these things again and again, and he didn't know what else he could say, what he did wrong.

No one knows, so, Xia Lang continues to wander around alone, he can only do this, otherwise, such a life, he doesn't know how long he has to live, and he doesn't understand, maybe, this is life, I'm really tired, what else can I say, what else do I not understand, he is too tired.

This world has left him with no courage to live, and he doesn't know what he should do, let alone what the consequences of what he has done.

It's just that many things have nothing to do with him, he is really tired, and he doesn't know what to say, many things have nothing to do with him, if this is really the case, what else can he say, what else can he think, such a life has nothing to do with him, if it is really like this, what else can he say, he doesn't know. Everyone

Therefore, he sat silently on the side, he could only fight in this way, life was really tiring for him, he couldn't think clearly at all, and he couldn't understand what such a life had to do with him.

If this is really the case, in fact, it has nothing to do with him, he doesn't understand anything, he just lives in this world, and there are many things in this world that have nothing to do with him.

Tired, Xia Lang is really tired, he is not only tired now, he doesn't even know how to speak, and he doesn't know what good way he has, he really can't find the way at all, is this his life?

However, if this is really the case, what should he do, what should he say, he doesn't know, and he doesn't understand what he has experienced in this life, why he is so tired, he can't figure it out at all, so he can only sigh.

Of course, everyone else is also secretly snickering, after all, how could these people let go of such an opportunity to laugh at Xia Lang, so they are all sparing no effort to laugh at Xia Lang.

What else does Xia Lang not understand, he actually knows everything, it's just that, sometimes, you know, it's basically useless to things, but what can he do, he doesn't know at all, let alone understand, and he doesn't know what to say.

Just forget everything like this, no one knows, and no one can know these things, so what's going on now, no one can say it clearly, of course, Xia Lang won't ask anything anymore, after all, he doesn't know what is going on now, let alone understand, and he can't understand it.

Other people don't know what to say, and they don't know what they can think, perhaps, these things have nothing to do with him now, it's just that what else can he say, what else can he think, what to do, what to do, I don't know anything, I'm really tired, I've never been so tired, I can't figure out what to say at all.

Is it my fault for this kind of life, what else can I say, what else do I not understand, I am really tired, Xia Lang didn't say a word, just silently endured the criticism from these ill-intentioned people.

However, what other good way is there, he doesn't know, let alone understand, and there is no need to think about it carefully, after all, this is life, he didn't say anything, and he didn't know what to do, how to think, maybe, this is life.

Therefore, Xia Lang didn't say anything more, nor did he think about anything, after all, the matter had come to this point, he had no skills to return to the sky, so he had to wait for fate to arrange, didn't these things have anything to do with him at all? What could he say, what else could he think.