Lucifer, what do you want?

Let you enter the illusion again.

Is everything about me that interesting?

No fun, Mary Sue bastard.

I struggled so hard to stay alive.

So what do you do with so many boring things every day? In addition to self-harm every day, I just watch international news.

I'm actually very lonely, and I just want to find someone to accompany me.

I really don't understand the way madmen think.

It's funny for you to talk, Lucifer, you've tormented me for so long, I've been talking to myself for so long, it's not that I can't speak, it's just that I don't like a person to go from being a normal person to a madman.

But I'm crazy. Because I'm not human.

It's stupid.

Do you know you've reached the end of the road? Chrysanthemums are welcoming you, this is your welcome ceremony.

It is a place of light and holy spirit, and I dare not go, because I have made a pact with you.

So you don't dare to come here, do you?

I'm sorry Ahn Kwon, I'm sorry Safavid. It seemed strange, I looked at the red camellia-like An Quan and the Lingxiao flower-like saffy, they were all under the flowers, wearing red shirts and staring blankly at the flowers. So I didn't dare to come.

Hum. So you, not only are you timid, immersed in your imagination, but you are also there in vain trying to kill the people who coldly and violently assault you.

What are you, Lucifer, you seem to have always liked torment, and I have at least come to my senses here, and I have come to the conclusion that you are not terrible. Because it's not you who torture me, it's him.

I'll scare you.

Isn't your trick just boiling a frog in warm water and torturing it slowly? I'm not dead yet, I'm just jumping over a three-meter building, you're a bad guy, a translucent bad guy!

It's strong. I, Lucifer, like a stubborn girl like you.

It's disgusting. I, Xiao Yukui, hate you for being a fallen angel like Satan!

I Lucifer don't want to talk to you anymore because she's coming.

Who?

She came with a knife, and I told her that you were little Satan. Good luck.

She was...... Right! I know her!

She awakens in a pile of waste paper.

In 2016, I knew her. Falling from a great height, there were shards of glass everywhere.

In the world of 2023, she flashes in the galaxy, and there is blood on the tip of the knife. It's like a magician, a warrior who charges for love.

Seven years have passed, but I didn't expect her to be so young.

My face is aging because of schizophrenia, really, it doesn't look good at her at this time.

She writes songs that tell everyone to channel energy into reality.

But I think E=mc∧2 is wrong, because the faster the speed, the greater the kinetic energy and the more wear and tear. But I don't have time to think about it, time has passed through my fingers.

But she was now dancing on a pile of fluttering exam scratch paper, and the sentence she had written on the exam paper, "Where are you?", which was the word my eyes saw, but unfortunately crossed out, blacked out, and ridiculed.

She walked through the jungle of thorns, so she came to me covered in blood, and told me: No, it's not covered in blood.

But his eyes were full of concentration.

She told me that love, unlimited.

"You're going to grow up. You can't be like a kid anymore, you can't be a singer anymore, you know?"

I know, but I'm not good enough, but I'll do my best for the world.

Suddenly remembered that in 2008, 2018, she had appeared, in order to ......

It was as if at that moment I saw Safavi, An Quan, red camellia, and a bonfire-like Lingxiao flower.

And the voice of that broken youth.

It was as if on the day of high school graduation, the school was lit with fire, and it was the girls who dragged the stools over, and the boys destroyed the stools with baseballs. They told everyone, juniors, that we have long disdained that thing. So they disdainfully forgot about their youth and lit a bonfire.

And the mosquito blood on the white wall of the blackboard, the blood of countless mosquitoes. All the way to the end of high school.

It's like the sun in the summer of junior high school, and I was not only played by scumbags, but also the shadow of youth blackmailed by gangsters. No one will save me, probably later; I don't think of the warmth of the sun, but of the tenderness of the moon.

But he haunted my soul like a ghost, and kept sitting in the seat where I was acting in the drama of life, and sometimes he would see me naked on the stage, and maybe so, he would applaud with a cold face.

So I was sick, very sick, so sick that the sound in my head was incessant, full of dark echoes, as if to be gazed into the abyss.

Then I got sick.

Like a broken osmanthus, like me. Fragile and fragrant, I hope so.

I won't talk about those things.

The unfortunate will always be unlucky, and the successful will always be successful, that's the conclusion I came to.

No one in this world will care about you, except yourself, trying in the wrong direction and not getting what you want.

Lucifer yawned and smiled slightly. Hold your chin in your hand. His golden hair hung down softly, his eyes were half-squinted, and he looked at Xiao Yukui intently.

I was told to focus, I was told to take care of myself, and I was told to be brave......

Others told me to train myself half-heartedly, others told me to be ruthless with myself, and some told me that I would never find what I wanted if I didn't push myself......

"Lucifer,"

"Huh?"

"Are you a bad person or a good person?"

"I'm neither bad nor good, I'm a selfish person."

"Is there anything I can give you?"

"Love, Auntie."

"You look the same as Aunt Dongmen."

"But if you pass the test and focus on God, I can see you."

"By the way, Lucifer,"

"Huh?"

"What does Cyra want?"

"Your soul."

"No wonder she haunts me every day in hallucinations."

Lucifer was telling me a great truth with his sexual slurp.

It's boring, but I can listen to it, because he's not a bad guy, it's the only rope I can hold onto.

"My heart is not dead, I want to know if what Cyra said is true."

I say this to wonder if Lucifer's attitude exists.

But he said,

"If there is love, chase it."

I froze, it wasn't something my consciousness could say, and for a moment the TV flashed through my mind, which said, "Live." ”

I was amazed and delighted.

"Are you really Satan? Lucifer. ”

"Lucifer?"

"It's not."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

In this way, I tried to add Li Jiaxu's buckle......

I want to know everything, I want to know if he exists, if this world exists, is this the world of demons? It's still the world of Mimi, and the beings of Mimi.

Is it virtual or real? Will the winner be king or will the loser be the winner?

Love? Love?

What they said to me, when they were acting in a play.

I would call him king.

For the birth of the king, a salute was offered.