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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 15: You have to admit, that is no longer your world; this is my world of words

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    Ever since I had my thoughts, I have always thought of that beautiful world with blue sky, white clouds, gentle wind and beautiful sun.  £ü[2][3][w][x]}I can¡¯t describe the world I have thought about. The world I want is definitely not a world of fighting and killing, conquering and conquering, regardless of wits and ruthlessness, regardless of business opportunities.  Rich or poor, regardless of power, fame, wealth or desire, these are not what I want. However, after many years of this, I know, I know.  I can't explain in words what I know. The greatness or sadness or dirtiness of this world. The world is full of love, affection, kindness, reality, wealth and ability. It's all a process, like the process of wind passing by.  , passing by as briefly as the wind.  The wind is strong, the breeze is cool, and the breeze is clear.  I am the proud music king. My musical realm has reached the extreme of the universe. I hold my head high and there is no one to learn from me. I bow my head. The mortal world of mankind has been separated from me for hundreds of millions of years. I have walked on a lonely road without any trace  .  I am Xiaoyao Wang. I was once envied by people for being free and unrestrained. I am willing to help others and an unsung hero  "I am the Prajna Demon Chief. I look at all living beings as if I were looking at the cooperation and competition between different little ants. I am extremely affectionate and ruthless. I stand in the center with my hands behind my back. I am full of understanding of all things and dismissive of them.  I am the sun and moon god of war, the god of night. "War" does not mean battle as the human race calls it, but the meaning of unyielding will and spirit. "Night" means only night, which is the time of tranquility  I am a transitor, transiting the past and transiting the future, transiting thoughts and transiting life and death, transiting is the artistic conception above success, the realm above transcendence  Along the way, I have watched the primitive countryside turn into a city, watched science and technology advance more and more, and watched me fall into the trap that humans have been trapped in. I must fall into the trap before I know that there is a trap, sound and light.  The rapid evolution of the ten colors, overwhelmed by self-care, is restricted time and time again, being invisible like a lamb to be slaughtered. What is being slaughtered is the spirit, soul and thought, which is being collected at the end of the life of the universe, just like a person eating food to survive.  Beings want to absorb the essence of the life process, and the experience of this process is what they want.  Delicious food means that the richer the life, the higher the thought, the more beautiful and delicious the food is. Others are more ordinary food.  When you encounter difficulties, you have to solve them and face them. Escape is not the way. However, if it is a problem that cannot be solved at all, you can only admit defeat.  When the author wrote out a few of his own interpretations, the Music Emperor, Xiaoyao King, Demon Head, Night God, and Lingdu in the distant world all understood that this was a matter of bystanders and themselves (authorities).  Why does the author appear on the earth in the galactic universe, on the ideological journey of the Chinese Avenue, and in the fate of a flash in the pan?  You have to admit that that is no longer your world. You, the reader, are the same as the author. The world you really want does not exist. The world in front of you is the second best. Life, old age, illness, death, making money, just like the old K flying around on a plane.  You can¡¯t help yourself, but it¡¯s also a world of your own choosing.  This is my world, the world of inspiring gods. I know that it is dark, I know that it is impossible, I know that I am stupid, I know that I have no close friends, I know that it is futile, I know that the world is not mine, I know that if I am a human being, I will die, I know that writing will cause trouble.  Bai'er, knowing all this, still has to write everything he wants to express, even if he can't express it, go ahead!  Write!  There is not only a music king on the lonely road, but also you.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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