Life ..... ah....yes....life....life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Could it be that the key to my return will be life?

That's right! Could it be right?

If death is the end, then new life is hope! ….？？？？

Yes... Will death be able to go back? Again, when the brain thinks about something, it becomes a mess!!!

Although this kind of thing is hard! Even! Unable! Definitely, negatively.

But I can't help it, I can only take one step at a time!

Isn't it right, no matter what this world says, I will be hungry, and the food delivery will come every day.

He called me "guest" and that said it all.

Or?? Uh....hey....or?

That's right, since it's a "guest", then the people who live here, the people in this room should pay the fee, pay the money? Can I live here?

Or can you deliver food and food! So if the crisis is even greater, how much money can you pay, maybe it's a day or a few days, what if it's gone? I, at least for now, don't have any money.

Ahhhh......h No, it should be said that even if I have money, I can't spend it like I, and the money is definitely not in circulation.

I actually have the slightest delusion that this kind of money can be used! Impossible.

Secondly, since it is the "guest" who is treated, then it means that this is the case? Certain?!

Is it a hostel, a hotel? Or, or something.

Well, it should be said that it is! That's right, nothing can go wrong.

It's supposed to be a hotel, a hostel or something. A place where people can rest.

So what to do,........ think about it, you still have to go out.

Hehe, I didn't really want to go out at home, but I didn't expect to really cross another world....hehe..... still don't want to go out.

Or there is no sense of adventure, adventure.

Originally, I was just a scrap material, hehe. My own self-confidence, my boldness, almost nothing, I have nothing to say... Xiang people's kind of youth, impulsiveness and the like.

Thinking of this, I'm already an adult, what else is there to say. I'm almost 30 years old, and even getting married is troublesome.

My family also urged me to go on a blind date, and I was furious. In the end, I didn't go to it. I'm eating peanuts and drinking beer outside. Where people are good, there are intrigues everywhere, and there are impatient plots everywhere.

Or ..... not as good as ...... I haven't been born, how good it should be.......

What have I experienced when I think about this, it seems that I am still useless, what makes me so unconfident, or ..... me at all... I haven't been confident.

Even if you travel to another world, it's still so, it's so! Worst!!!

Come to think of it, it's still not good not to go out, go out.

If you don't understand the outside world, you won't understand the current problem. There's no way, what if you don't come to deliver food!?

Look at the fact that there is not even a computer here, and I really miss the days when I had a computer.

Silence for my departed computer. Three seconds of silence ...

Numb... Get out, decide, get out.

If you don't go out, you can't do it, you have to go out if you die.

Oh, this is a different world, a real other world, but it's no longer those imaginary, works or themes and other storylines.

At least as a traverser, you should go out with respect.

But it's not a friendly, otherworldly place.

How did ..... make me come through in vain!

Don't you give me any ability, as a crossing, or even as the protagonist, or the protagonist, why can't you come to this world in a more gorgeous way, or have a certain ability.

The person who let me cross is definitely funny, or else he is confused, and people like me are going to cross here.

If it's ..... God...... That's the god also shows his brain.

That said, but....if you leave that ..... oh maybe.

Is it possible to leave a lot of wealth in this hotel? Then I'm very thankful Oh, thinking of this, suddenly in a hurry... Look around to see if there are any hints or something.

Well....if there is, wouldn't it be nice to travel through another world?

Actually, it's just right, I've been worrying lately, isn't it good to be able to write some good stories?

You can record everything here, this other world, and everything here in your heart and on paper.

I believe, or can, or even can. Write a good, meaningful, and valuable novel from another world!

I can write everything I see and hear on it.

You can write a real novel from another world. Probably.

As for the readers! It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, it's good that I'm just a witness.

There is no need to believe in such an unimaginable world.

After all..... ....... when he crossed over, he didn't believe it, so why let someone who wouldn't believe it believe it.

It's a miracle that I can believe in it myself, or my conscious receptivity is quite strong, but I didn't expect to really come to another world, what kind of receptivity, it's completely useless.

I don't believe everything, and it becomes hard to believe everything in front of me, even if it's so real.

Hehe...... I laughed, I really laughed, obviously it's all the same, a face that is depressed all day long, and will be laughed at by myself, hahahahaha..........

It's hard to imagine putting it, or saying it myself. If I were in my own world, I would feel that I was mentally ill again.

Even... Will you consider going to the hospital?

Let those pretending psychiatrists, diagnose it, think about it, those doctors, as if everyone is sick, look at anyone. Hahahahaha! He began to smile bitterly again. Oh, yes. I hadn't laughed in a long time, and as for how I laughed, I almost forgot it.

Forgetting is also a big advantage, and perhaps a big indelible shadow, some people want to forget, some people want to remember.

Ah..... here we are again, thinking about irrelevant things again.

Can I change this problem? Can it be changed?

Maybe it can't be changed at all, after all, people are animals that are difficult to change once they are formed.

Hehe..... here we go again!!!

I've thought about it, but I seem to have missed something, and I always feel like I've forgotten something. What will it be?

Could it be that there is some circumstance, intelligence, that I have forgotten?

Accidentally, I forgot that the information is not a two-piece thing, it is really a bitter memory.

Thinking like a marquee came to my mind, the things of my previous work, yes.

My own part-time job, always do one thing and forget one thing! After the front is done, the back is forgotten.

Because of this, people who work with them often get emotional, and even point their fingers at the boss to vent.

Of course, I was also beaten quite badly, how miserable, hehe...... I was stitched up a dozen times at the time, hehe.

I also suffered on my own, and my pitiful salary was not enough for the cost of medicine.

Thinking of this, my heart ached, and I casually touched the place where the stitches were sewn.

Stunned, I can't believe it!

Wounds! Oh.. It shouldn't be said to be a scar! Gone!

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