Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

"It's you." The man's voice appeared behind him unexpectedly, and Ming Nu's hand holding the piano froze, she didn't notice that someone entered her space at all.Obviously the man behind him had no killing intent, but Naruto was extremely stiff, and the alarms all over her body were ringing, warning the fear of the people behind her.How is it possible! Naruto was thinking with a breakdown in her heart, didn't even Lord Onimai Tsuji not find someone intruding?

"Your ability is very interesting." The man's attitude was extremely peaceful, and the two of them were like friends they just met, chatting without saying a word.But Naruto felt that she couldn't move at all, let alone run away.Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his fingers clearly wanted to tremble, but they couldn't.The man behind continued to speak, "I like your ability very much. The twisted space is really wonderful." The man seemed to be happy, and the ending sound rose slightly, "We, just wait here quietly."

Fumeng didn't feel that there was anything wrong with throwing members of the Ghost Slayer Squad into Ghost Mai Tsuji's lair just like that. He sat down next to Naruko, propping his face with one hand on his knee, and holding a pen in the other. , turning once and for all.

Many times, Floating Dream would fall into a kind of wonderful thinking, in the eyes of most people, it was nothing more than delusions or moans, but he still kept thinking about it.

For example, what is a person?what is the worldThe former self, the present self, and the future self can almost be said to be in the field of philosophy, but he has only a superficial understanding of philosophy.

[I seem to be a loser.

Ordinary, mediocre, self-sufficient, can't do anything well, and always finds meaningless reasons for himself.

I am a hypocritical villain, with a smile on my face, but full of complaints in my heart. The dark thoughts that occasionally emerge from the bottom of my heart are like cockroaches, whether they crawl around from dark corners.It can be said that a guy like me has absolutely no need to survive.

However, he didn't have the courage to die, so he just had to muddle along like this. 】

The man with black hair and golden pupils was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and looked a little empty.He seems to be talking to himself, and seems to be communicating with the evil spirits around him, "Is this world so beautiful that I don't want to step into death no matter what?"

Naruto found that her voice was able to speak, but she remained silent. She was not a person who was good at words, and she could even be said to be quite silent. When she heard the man's words, she fell into silence.She was also thinking about this kind of question, why did she become a ghost?After everyone became a ghost, they never remembered their past memories. It sounds like they had a new life, but from another perspective, didn't they abandon their past?

[Cowardly people have always been cowardly.

Dark people never have bright sun in their hearts.

All living beings are different, but the more you live, the more you will find that you are like an animal put into a huge cage, and you will live like this until you die.From the innocence of childhood, all the edges and corners and courage were gradually obliterated by life, and finally became a numb and mediocre adult.

It's pathetic and pathetic.But no matter how long, this cycle has not changed.After all, it's just walking the old road.Man is a complex and simple creature, which can be seen through at a glance, but can be seen at a glance. 】

Infinite City was originally a place with considerable advantages, but Naruto couldn't make use of the advantages here, she was stuck in her own thinking, who is she?For the first time, she was extremely curious about her past.The man beside her drooped his eyelids without much energy, most of his golden pupils were covered, he stopped turning the pen in his hand.Some thin and pale wrists were exposed from the wide cuffs, and he looked indifferently at the arteries in his wrists, under the pale skin, a faint blue-purple emerged.

He is the master of this body, but he deeply knows that this body is just a superficial appearance.His blood, his breath, no, to be precise, his feelings, his consciousness, and even his existence are nothing but created fakes.

[Abandoning is not a simple matter. If you can become a new person by abandoning the past, you might as well laugh a few times.

I often fantasize about ifs and ifs, but in fact there are no ifs and ifs at all.For most people, their mediocre life has long been doomed, and there is no possibility of breaking it.Self-willing to degenerate and spend this life in a mediocre way is the way of life for the world.Without the personality shaped by the past, no matter how you fantasize, it is nothing more than fantasy. It is just a brand new person, how can it be named after the past?

People hope to start from scratch, but at the same time they are curious about their past self. 】

Mr. Fumeng opened his eyes, under the light, only the golden pupils were frighteningly bright.He could see and feel the fresh breath, the breath of the swordsmen of the Ghost Killing Team.Even as a human being, facing an opponent a hundred times stronger than himself, he still never gave up.It is this kind of spirit that Fumeng appreciates. Although his emotions are thinner than ordinary people, it is not completely unfeeling.That kind of tenacity like a rock, and a spirit as strong as a flame is inspiring enough.

[Sometimes I think that human beings are really complicated things, both beautiful and ugly.I don't know where I read it, even a small person can become a hero, but that is a very difficult thing.If you can't reach one end, you will fall to the other end. Life is always so dramatic.There is no one who really exists in the middle.If you can't be the best, you can only be the worst.Having said that, in fact, the so-called best and worst are just artificial comparisons.

In the final analysis, what I want to say is that human beings are really wonderful creatures.

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So, what is a monster born of man?

Are they the same as humans?Or are they obviously born from humans, but they are actually very different from humans?In the world, the minority always obeys the majority. When humans are the majority, monsters are the minority and they will be discriminated against. But what if monsters are the majority?What is the standard of the world to judge? 】

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The man with light blond hair sat quietly in front of the low table, with a stack of manuscript paper in his hand.This is not a completed and written story, but a few words condensed into thoughts scattered inexplicably over time.

[If you are said to be a strange person, then simply be a strange person.But people are social animals, even if they are reluctant, they have to admit that the extremely tricky social interaction is a part of human beings.It's not that such a lifestyle is bad, it's just that there will still be more or less irritability after being surrounded by noise and hypocrisy.

But ah, people just can't live alone, isolated from the world, such a life is quiet and lonely, if they die in such a lonely way in the future, they will probably be very unwilling.

Most of the time, people don't like to talk about death.This is the fear engraved in the genes. Death is terrible because of the coldness, loneliness and darkness.But as people grow older, they have to start thinking about their own mortality.What is the world after death like?No one knows about this problem.The world in the novel is, after all, the world in the novel.It was endless fantasy wrapped with a terrifying and mysterious core, and finally became an ordinary-looking candy.

Death is but a longer sleep.

It doesn't seem right, and there seems to be no problem.After all, the existence of the soul has not been proven until now.Everything in life, status, honor, beauty, wealth, reputation, cannot be brought into death.

Occasionally, I would think that the end of life would probably be a quiet meadow full of white flowers, clean and white, a place of peace that no one can reach out and defile it.

It's just that although this world is not too beautiful, it is not too ugly. There will always be some interesting and sad things happening in the world, and people don't want to die no matter what. 】

The drug seller gently put down the manuscript paper in his hand, his water-colored pupils stared at the words in the grid on the white paper, he could probably imagine how the man sat at the table, writing these words bit by bit while thinking wildly, Although pessimistic, but also think of good things.It is obvious that one step back is an endless cliff, but it is affected by something.

Human beings are contradictory, complex, hypocritical guys who can lie, and they are also a race that can shine without fear in the face of death.Just like the two poles of Tai Chi, there are yin and yang, good people are not without evil thoughts, and evil people are not without good intentions.In this world, people always live in complicated ways, which may seem strange to others, but that is enough.

Bring another stack of manuscript paper, although it is not a thought-provoking text, but it is enough to relieve boredom or understand the author himself.Before the drug seller, he would see a man holding something he wrote, reading it bit by bit carefully, with a pure and restrained expression on his face. He wrote it for himself, and he didn't need to care about other people's eyes, and he would not be affected by it. Criticism, whatever he thinks, is what he thinks, too chic.

The drug seller shook his head with a smile. A man is probably what many people think. He lives casually and unrestrainedly. He doesn't care about other people's evaluation and eyes, and lives seriously in his own world.

【liquor.

After all, I am a layman, such things, less is elegant, more is annoying.But I don't care, what's more, I don't drink alcohol to be elegant, nor to relieve my worries. My purpose is the simplest and most common, to satisfy my cravings.I am not greedy for drinking, it is enough to satisfy my hunger.My casual attitude caused many people to have different attitudes.However, let them say it.

Although I am an alcoholic, I don't like the taste of beer.I can't feel the aroma of malt at all.Bitter and astringent, I don't know how this thing tastes good.But when people get together, they always like to order beer, chatter while drinking, talk about their troubles, and seem to know everything in a nonsense manner.In the end, both of them fell on the wine table, unconscious, or their feet were weak and could only be supported by others, showing an ugly look.

Alcohol paralyzes the nerves. People often talk about their hearts at the wine table, but after they get off the wine table, they close themselves up again, returning to the way they were before, nodding and bowing to others, running around for life, and bearing the burden of humiliation.

Alcohol seems to be born to vent. It's not that I don't have things to vent. It's just that the bad things are often forgotten before they reach the wine table.

I probably can't understand the feeling of getting drunk to relieve a thousand worries. 】