However, often doing something without any idea can basically only be regarded as impulsive and reckless, and the brain pumping for a while. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Very depressed, and seems to have a lot of brain pumping lately.

This time, I can explain that I like night ice, so even if I don't want to be with her, I want to save her and protect her.

But what is the reason for saving Zuo Xiaoxue and Teddy Dingding? to take the risk of saving a girl who has no heartfelt feelings, and a stupid dog who is not even a human. Wouldn't this also be a brain pump?

Although Zuo Xiaoxue is a girl he used to get along with day and night, she can be regarded as a girl who has lived together. Stupid Dog Tintin was raised by him from nursing and regarded as a more important pet than ordinary humans.

But he should have felt nothing, and if he didn't feel anything, why would he do it? Why risk himself?

I don't feel anything, but I want to do it.

Why is that?

Throughout his life, he has been asking why, and he always has a lot of questions. But no one could ever tell him the answer, he had to look for it himself, as if he had never felt much of the strong emotion that others had said.

But he always does things that are emotionally motivating.

Why? Why would a person who has lost most of his feelings do something that he would do even if he died? And many people, often put their emotions on their lips and say them so strongly, but they won't do what they should do?

Is this how weird you are?

Or, are there too many hypocrites?

Perhaps, his personal emotions have not disappeared much, feelings are like this, they feel flat, but in a critical moment, they can prompt you to do something risky. And the emotions that most people put on their lips are actually just lies, so people who seem to have no feelings are often more able to take action than people who say that they value love and righteousness all day long.

So, it's not that he's too cold.

Is it just that people are too hypocritical?

Thinking about these questions in his heart, he ran out of ammunition from M4A1 in his hand. Swapping out the magazine and looking at the zombies coming from all directions, he once again put himself in a position where there was no way out.

Tintin crouched at his feet, it was too stupid to know that these humanoid monsters that surrounded them were not human.

I don't know that these zombies are just walking corpses, humanoid monsters who want to devour fresh life.

But animals are always more sensitive to their senses than humans, even if they can't tell whether these figures are human or monsters. When Tintin was about to pounce on those monsters, he also found something wrong.

It slowly backed away and let out a low growl.

At this time, Tam Kun's mood is particularly wonderful. With the weapon of killing, it is difficult to deal with these walking corpses who surround him.

In the face of a real catastrophe, what can humanity do if it is armed?

A giant ship like the Titanic is just such a fragile gadget in the sea. Nature is cruel, and no matter how powerful a predator is, it is destined to be just a prey.

Although it is worth wondering, is the virus that turns humans into zombies a scourge of nature?

Or is it just a human handiwork?

Nature (God) created man, man destroyed nature (God), and man became the new God because man could control the environment.

But the new God, the God that humanity became, will also be destroyed by humanity in the end.

It's as if human beings were born to destroy everything.

Human beings never seem to know their true colors, and the comparison of human goodness with human sins is really like a drop of water compared to an ocean.

This has turned humanity into a virus of the walking dead, perhaps just to show humanity its true face, just a messenger to reveal the truth.

Perhaps humanity should hate this virus, and hate the zombies that killed their own kind. But Tam Kun didn't feel this way, whether it was before or now, even if he knew that the survivors in the fortress were being torn apart by zombies at this time, he still couldn't hate zombies.

Even now, when he was surrounded by a group and in danger of being torn apart, he couldn't hate it.

His feelings for these zombies were nothing but pity.

He pitied these zombies, pitiful that they had lost their souls and could only show their ugly side.

Looking at zombies, it feels like looking at your past self.

Doesn't want to forge ahead, and lets himself rot in a mess. Don't pursue the life you should have as a human being, don't try to get the happiness you deserve, don't pursue the perfect self in your heart.

It's just that he lets himself rot, becomes uglier and uglier, and lets himself become a walking corpse without strength and wisdom, and can only live in an instinctive appetite.

What is the difference between that self and a zombie?

Putting down the M4A1 carbine in his hand, his mood changed to that kind of faint sadness, and at the critical moment of this situation, he was thinking about those tangled problems, to understand his own life, and to think about the truth of this world.

And in the end, his thoughts could only make his mood sad.

There was always only one way to solve his troubles.

The Yuanhong Sword gradually appeared in his hand from a transparent state, bit by bit.

No matter how entangled your heart is, as a man who can take charge on his own, you must resist the inner chaos and make the right choice. Even if he is entangled in his heart, he must quickly figure out how to get out of the predicament in this situation.

And he has always been a man of little ability, nor is he a smart person.

He can only use his only capital to fight to survive and do what he wants. His only capital, his superpowers, his power that grew at an extremely fast rate and is now incomparably powerful.

The Yuanhong Sword was in his hand, and the blade exuded a faint brilliance, as if it was shrouded in sword qi.

Tam Kun no longer thinks about how to make himself more capable and functional, so he is now able to control the flow of air, flowing at high speeds, to produce sharp effects.

These currents operate in the natural pattern, like the sawtooth of a chainsaw, making his sword even sharper.

This is his great power, powerful enough to alter the air he touches.

And, controlling the flow of blood, he controls his own adrenaline production. And because he has become extremely strong under the baptism of supernatural energy, he is able to withstand more adrenaline and withstand a stronger flow of energy.

In an instant, as the energy filled his body, his eyes turned dark gold.

A feeling began to grow stronger.

That kind of feeling that you can do it yourself is not human. One is the feeling that he himself is a god and no longer a mortal.