"So in the end, there is still no one to save you, and it is far from what you have been expecting"

Lillard's soul is dissipating. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the core is an amber polygonal complex.

This is the last barrier in the heart, commonly known as the Heart Wall, Absolute Defensive Position, or Atfield.

Basically everyone will have this kind of barrier, but the effect is different because of the different levels of individual development.

If a person deliberately distances himself from others for a long time, makes himself incompatible with the world he lives in, and can never get close to others naturally, this kind of material will breed in his heart. And despair, pain, and remorse are the best soil for this wall of the heart.

Because of the fear of pain, I lock myself in a small cage, I don't expect to communicate with others, I don't want others to see my heart, or in order to suppress some thoughts in my heart, the wall of the heart is created out of thin air, protecting the absolutely pure self.

Here, there will be no pain, no hardship.

In its place is a mimetic protective personality.

The personality that claims to lead Laiard's actions is constantly being devoured, the white light representing kindness is falling like detritus, and the white turbid liquid leaked by the tentacles is flowing into the wall of the heart one after another, and the endless despair and hardship turn into the expectation of death, even if he knows that he will usher in the final death, Laiard, who takes goodness as his code of conduct, is still not ready to fight back.

He suppressed the darkness and ugliness in his heart with a relatively high sense of morality.

After being hit multiple times, those negative and gloomy feelings that are definitely not good gather in the wall of the heart little by little.

Like the silt in the murky underground waterways, the black, viscous liquid is locked in an unknown place in the Sea of Consciousness.

It was only at this time that it was revealed.

The black mud kept tumbling, and bubbles kept bubbling in it, and the bubbles floated and burst into a sound that made up mocking words.

The mud also turned into the image of Lillard, holding his hands to watch what was happening in front of him.

As Tilamiels predicted, when one is more insistent on the light, the darkness as a shadow is so powerful.

The only thing that can suppress the darkness is the one that can be regulated by reason.

In human action, the ideas that govern one's actions, whether good or evil, need to be acted through the control of one's own reason.

If there is no reason, human beings basically lose the possibility of being human.

Pure good creatures will become angels, pure evil creatures will become all kinds of hellish creatures, and neutrality is the representative of the elemental plane.

Human reason, in addition to thinking about its own actions in the most calm, sober and realistic way, will also consider how to distinguish between right and wrong, make trade-offs, and establish a certain role that can safely survive in the current society by its own growth experience and the various kinds of knowledge it has absorbed.

If you are among the wicked, you will choose evil for the sake of your own survival.

In times of peace and prosperity, it is natural to show goodness.

If words can't communicate, if there is a way to destroy the other party, there is no doubt that they will choose fists.

Leillard, who exists as a wall of the heart, is such a relatively calm existence.

The thinking dominated by goodness is to let oneself perish, to obtain salvation for one's past, in the hope that one can reach the other side of peace of mind.

The sane Lillard was obviously not happy to see this idea, but under the pressure of this strong will, he had to give in to this pattern. Because Lailad, who is an expression of goodness, is more than a virgin, and as a calm party who judges and deals with many things, he feels that these behaviors are becoming more and more inappropriate, and he constantly releases Lailad as evil to neutralize this kind of behavior.

And now, as an independent thinker, he has decided that he must narrow down the good thoughts to a controllable area.

At the very least, it is a ray more than the evil that is sadness, anger and despair, and at the same time, the good thoughts themselves are functionally optimized, and the completely unnecessary parts are removed to reshape the soul. Although it will be weak for a while, it is more friendly to its own survival than an unstable individual who is always thinking about self-liberation.

The expansion of the wall of the heart is almost visible to the naked eye.

The heart wall in the chest cavity that was only the size of a fingernail shell soon had the size of a fist, and those abandoned body tissues were cut off by him little by little and sent to the tentacles of those dementors, and the part needed was pulled out little by little, even if some of the nutrients in the stomach were eaten by the dementors, they would suddenly explode before the stomach could digest them, and quickly return to their origins under the guidance of the heart wall.

"Yes, in the end, there is no one to save me. ”

The little white man sat in the corner with his legs crossed, silent in response to the taunt.

He didn't want to argue with the other party, and in countless arguments, they couldn't convince each other, and in the end they could only use reason to measure, use the law as a reference, and use the morality around him as a yardstick. Apparently defeated as the evil side.

But now, his role is largely minimal.

The Otherworld doesn't need any good people, nor does it need a selfish virgin who keeps chasing suicide for the sake of the light of the world.

Even if you stay, you just feel that this kindness is good for the present, and if it is not beneficial, it is estimated that it will be swallowed by those guys like most of the good yearning you had before.

"Actually, you all premeditated" The white villain held back a glance at the scene outside the wall of hearts, the whole room was wrapped in the weak wall of hearts, and those dementors were also deliberately put in to prevent themselves from seeing, until the moment when their bodies died, these two guys did not intend to let this guy who was constantly in self-pity and self-pity see the danger around him.

Only if you are willing to fall will you willingly accept the loss of dominance and cut off the part of your mind that hinders the survival of your body.

Could it be that the survival of the flesh is more important than the pursuit of peace of mind by destroying evil?

"That's why I hate your thoughts so much. If you really have such a noble self, why do others look down on you? Do everything you do, and you still want to set up a memorial arch to draw a clear line for yourself, and tell yourself by covering your ears that you are actually innocent?" The black smile on his face is indescribably teasing, "You are only an unlimited escape in the end, where can you escape in the end? Self-destruction? Self-destruction in a lonely little corner?

No one will save you until you die, and no one will miss you until you die. No one will want to remember you as a person.

Even if you value your character so much, in the eyes of others, you still can't even compare to a clown."

"There must be some bottom line in life, isn't it? I'm here for everyone!!"

With a puffed face, the white villain tried to explain and struggle with something in pain, but he himself found that what he said was so pale and weak.

"Who's going to remember you? Name a few and let me see."

"No, right..... Not a single one. Others will only think of you when they are in trouble, and they will miss you when they borrow money, and they will borrow tens of thousands from you, but no one says that they go out to watch movies by themselves, find someone to eat, and take you with them when they go out to play. When they find out that they need to be a backbiter, they will come to you, do you still think that your selfless dedication is very satisfying?

Little by little, the vicious words penetrated into the ears of the little white man, he could not justify these things, he could not make any strong counterattack.

"Do you know? What is the most desirable thing in life? sleeping with other people's wives, spending other people's money, letting others raise their own children, and listening to others crying at their feet and being powerless to fight back, I think if you want to be this kind of person, it is the most suitable."

The black villain smiled very happily, counting the other party, he was suppressed by this kind of guy, but he was always angry!

There is no savior in this world, and if you want to live happily, it is better to be selfish. What the hell the harem committee would, that ridiculous thing still lingers next to Leillard, it's really the biggest irony of this person.

The so-called love for women is just kneeling and licking in a sense, and the black Lillard doesn't like this feeling.

Even if it is evil, it must be the pride of evil.

Is this to satisfy the cuckold plot?

It's just a product of satisfying desires, and it's really treated as a human being?

This world is full of malice and superpowers, and holding a bunch of red treasure books will only be slapped in the face in the end.

In order to achieve the goal, even if the initial means are a little dirty to achieve the goal, when accumulating strength, do you still have to pick and choose to pursue the saints?

It's all about the black Lillard who can't get used to this guy.

In his ideal, if he wants to die, he will definitely bring a ticket to accompany him to the funeral.

It is too lonely to go on the road alone, and it will be valuable for a group of people to go on the road.

Come vigorously, die happy.

Then the way of life of the nest is really not suitable for him.

As a good party was forced to unable to raise his head to resist, he could only hold his knees with both hands and shrink to one side, and the other side was enjoying this supreme pleasure, and he was not less educated in the past days, and the other party began to speak with his fists when he said it, if it wasn't for the threat to the survival of life, he would have been destroyed long ago.

Even now, except for some judgments and behaviors that guide reason to make certain choices harmlessly every day, most of the time he sleeps in the small dark room, he himself is about to get out of mental illness.

A figure appeared on the wall of the heart, he looked indifferently at the conflict within the barrier, and looked at the disappearing body beyond the wall, these well-fed and well-fed Dementors exuded a wonderful smell, which was a certain nourishment that nourished the soul and strengthened the wall of the heart.

After they finished eating the outside, they were attracted by the essence of the Heart Wall, and their eyes revealed a greedy aura, and those tentacles quickly pounced, wanting to swallow it and enjoy it in the next time.

The personality of the dominant heart wall smiled coldly.

The room, which had been gentle before, burst into endless black and white flames.

The black villain and the white villain in the body looked at the countless root-like tentacles stretched out of the wall of the heart in horror, and suddenly fixed them in place, and countless dense meridians stretched out from those roots, sticking to their heads, piercing into the skin along the major arteries, and soon the two guys stopped all their actions, and the roots of the tree continued to swallow nutrients, extracting various memory patterns and handling strategies stored by these two people, and recombining them into a new behavior pattern that met his standards.

As for the black and white flames, it is the energy supply that represents good and evil.

Of course, he knew what these Dementors were afraid of, and how they could be refined.

Will the beautiful meat that entered the field he dominated still run away?

As for Tiramiels's movements, it was obviously unexpected, and he himself would not allow such a dangerous creature to inhabit his body indefinitely, and using Dementors or other methods to induce the death of an overly powerful personality was a necessary means to induce possible enemies and friends to create the illusion that the body was going to die.

And in the battle just now, he has planted some seeds in the body of that Tiramiels, and I believe that after dealing with these Dementors, he, who has always been emphasized to protect the survival of this body, can finally descend on the body of Leiard in his true form.

He could finally know what it was like to be alive, to be alive in the flesh.

He has been experimenting and planning for this day for a long time, and he has never stopped trying since he was born in the Dragon Domain.

With a sigh, now he can finally solve the memory of the two voices chattering and arguing in his heart for a long time, the confusion of thinking is quite devastating to this rational individual, and he no longer wants to hear the voice of complaining in his head.

A quiet world is the best.

He likes to be quiet. (To be continued.) )