Awakened from a stupor, Lillard looked around, and he was being ignored by those people. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For the past three or four days, Lillard has been catching small crabs that have climbed ashore on the beach, and looking for the rhizomes of trees to get water.

No one paid attention to him, and even if he fell to the side, no one would lose anything to eat. When they saw themselves, they all hid far away.

Sure enough, contact with humans is the hardest thing to do.

I hate humans the most!

The house that can be so comfortable hates being pulled out and forcibly communicating with people!

I hate it! Why do I have to associate with other people?

I have food and drink, so why should I always care about other people's moods and other people's feelings.

Am I not stupid like this??

That dragon god or something, it's better to die, it's so tiring to live!

Death is only a matter of the blink of an eye, and the slightest pain is not felt. Compared to living, death is so fast, convenient and fast, and it is not that I have not died once. So if I'm not even afraid of death, then there's still something to worry about.

But if they don't work hard, those people don't have the necessities.

What an abomination!

Communicating with people, with a group of people, is carrying baggage!

I just want a person to be safe, not bothered, not laboring, hiding aside and sleeping comfortably, and when I am bored, I can have some fun by myself.

I really want to give up.

Standing up, Lillard looked at the talking and numb humans carrying the fish home.

Didn't pay a little attention to their own thoughts.

No one wanted to give Lellard any instructions.

Lillard admits that he is a scumbag, that is, he doesn't want to pay attention to anything, he just doesn't want to do anything.

Not to mention that he still has a bunch of negative emotions on his body, and trying to make him communicate with others calmly, find out information, and integrate into society is even more painful than killing him.

When I was in that world, I was silent and didn't like to communicate with others.

After becoming a little dragon, I have worked hard, and I have tried a little bit here.

However, the feedback I got turned out to be a hassle.

"I don't want to listen to the words of the dragon god, what do you like? Is this getting better now?"

Lillard stared at himself, disgusted with his body.

No one praises you for doing well, only people keep complaining about what you do badly, and you can't get good results if you try to do something.

Fuck my sister's for this kind of thing.

Labor and management are gone!

Lillard stomped his foot hard, and then left the village to see if he could find a better place to dig a hole in the wilderness to live. The Tiangao Emperor is far away, and he is thousands of kilometers away from the group of women and the unknown dragon god, if he uses the power of his family to restrain himself, he will not commit suicide.

It's a complete collapse, all now, the future direction has collapsed can't be seen clearly, on the one hand, I want to expand the basic disk infinitely, but I can't directly control it and be taught to be a man, so why do you want to do it so tall at 8 o'clock every night?

Polishing the interest of time, as long as you feel fun.

I don't have money, I consume time, and I can't play games yet, so just give up at any time.

I'm too serious.

Leillard felt that the kind of thing that had been with Akua for a while was becoming more and more unbearable now.

This is my world.,The world I hope to live.,If there's any dissatisfaction.,If there's anything bad.,Just end it.,Open a new map and start over.。

I don't particularly want to be alive anyway.

It's not to cause trouble to others, or to make trouble for yourself.

Why bother on such days?

If you want me to learn from those sunny and cheerful men, heroes or something, I really can't do it.

So what's wrong with yourself, what's wrong with living a better life for yourself?

What's wrong with only loving yourself!

I don't want to be so restricted.

Lillard looked around, identified the lower position, and headed inland.

Twenty or thirty miles by the sea, unless he wants to catch fish and eat every day, he doesn't want to stay here longer.

Those who have nothing to do with themselves, if they die, they will die. Too lazy to care.

Leillard doesn't really want to do anything for anyone else anymore.

Pitch black sky.

Dim dark clouds.

And the stars that are trying to shine.

And the heart that doesn't want to talk to someone and communicate.

Just leave me alone.

Watching the girl you like dating and getting married to someone else.

Watching others make money and taking their own basic salary or something.

Watching others get married and giving money or something.

Looking at those who look like we are good friends, and then borrow money and don't pay it back, and don't contact anything on weekdays.

Looking at those people, they talk about other people's good things on the surface, but secretly they say bad things about others.

And oh, those who are at the wedding ceremony, saying that they will never betray or separate.

As a result, when I didn't know it, I got involved with people outside.

Hahahahaha, this is human.

Jealousy, gluttony, money-loving, falling into a well or something.

Open the newspaper and the web, and the darkness of the whole world fills it.

In such a world, in fact, as long as there are people, there is no difference.

It's just a little bit better than goblins.

Lying on the ground, Leillard combs through the negative manifestations of humans he has seen in the past and present, and finds out why he insists on being with humans and being friends with them?

In fact, human beings are the most fancy, one race.

It's much worse to rule than other races.

With the governance of such a great leader, there will be all kinds of subversion in the end.

Up to now, Lillard can only admit with his own self-awareness that only a very small part of human beings have that kind of excellent self-consciousness and progressive ability.

Most of them are people who fight for themselves.

Everyone is just a goblin in human skin. The difference is whether there is a fig leaf or not.

Lerald, who was constantly crushing in his heart, looked like he was broken.

Anyway, no one likes it, and no one cares.

He used to be a strong and powerful person.

I can't stand my ugly self now.

and bury the human race one by one.

No one will like this ugly face.

"I really want to cry."

Leillard hugged his knees and couldn't help but sob.

Anyway, who really cares about themselves. It's good for anyone to care about themselves and praise themselves.

Why didn't anyone come?

I want to be saved, too.

I also want someone to have a happy chat with me.

Create the future with me!

But.... It doesn't seem to be. Nothing.

This kind of world is the most boring, ugly, and annoying.

I don't like that.

What I hate the most is that I have to continue to live on my life!

On the one hand, he said that the world was not good, but he still had to continue to live.

Aren't you the worst?

I'm the worst and worst person!

"I don't want to, just play it, where can it be bad at worst?"

Leillard cried, wiped away his tears, and continued to walk forward, staring blankly.

Where can you go, where can you go?

Only God knows.

I don't want to keep thinking about it.