"Ah yes"
The sheath replied flatly, "I have told many people that I have said it many times."
"Does it still count? Do you still think so? "
"I’m still on this road," Sheath replied without hesitation, "I’ve given everything."
"Ha urgent heart …"
Bad days are short and sneering-"Do you include Alice in your offering? And me? Or is there a deer head? Babel? And Russell? What do you really belong to you in these things? "
"Pain, happiness, fate, memory, ideal will"
The scabbard sound is low and hoarse, which reminds people of the silver-gray iron wings or the ice cone hanging on the windowsill in winter, "including my own life, if I want anything, I can take it away"
Russell suddenly asked, "What on earth do you want to do?"
He wanted to stop the evil day from attacking the scabbard-after all, the scabbard is their main force to kill the monkey-faced eagle.
Among them, only the scabbard has the "anti-"holy rank power, and the monkey-faced eagle can copy, split, hide itself at any time, and has a virus program beyond human intelligence. Only the scabbard can completely kill each other.
Objectively speaking … they can’t attack the scabbard until the monkey-faced eagle is killed.
But now even Russell can’t help but kill herself.
Sheath always has the ability to irritate people easily. Every word of it is more sincere and earnest, but his words and body combined with what he does will make people angry.
"I’ve already told you that, Russell."
Sheath looked up at Russell. "I’m disappointed that you didn’t remember my words."
"all I have done is not to become a virtual person and a boring person.
If there is a hole in the soul if the human method is not satisfied, then no matter how powerful, strong and intelligent it is, it will eventually become a devil like Peter Pan because they don’t know what they are going to do. The happiness they feel comes from hormone scams and the happiness they feel is illusory.
"human character, emotion, intellectuality and logical thinking also come from brain deception, which is to carve the genes in their veins and give them these cognitions after extremely complicated operations.
"Just sending a command from the brain, drugs, surgery, chip tapping and other’ brainwashing’ means can also send a secret order to resolutely give up life and death to do something. That is the evidence that human beings are manipulated by a’ brain’ parasite.
"If human beings want to get rid of emptiness and boredom forever, they must go beyond their own will, go beyond everything that the’ brain’ gives you, and give genetic intuition instructions, so that people can go beyond their own animality."
"-you’re crazy. Are you completely overwhelmed by that grand guilt and despair? Or two glasses of wine will make you drunk? "
The bad day said coldly, "What the hell are you talking nonsense about? Listen to yourself. Are you still talking? "
"Maybe I’m crazy, but maybe I’m awake. If everyone drinks crazy water, the only person who doesn’t drink is crazy …"
The scabbard face still has no expression. "When you are drunk, it is just a manifestation of brain confusion, but when you are not drunk, is human decision-making correct?" Since the original is not necessarily correct, is it possible to do something right after the brain is confused? "
As he spoke, his red cheeks turned white to the naked eye.
No impulse, no obsession, no excitement, no hatred, no nostalgia. Like a shell, like a robot model in a shopping mall wearing a coat, the sense of disobedience will make people feel scared.
"I’m disappointed, Russell. I’ve shown you a part. You should understand what choice I made."
The tone of sheath is still without any ups and downs. "I come to see you with expectation and hope. I don’t want to surprise myself."
And then Russell finally realized what-
That’s what the front sheath of a deer elephant said to itself …
[I found a crazy mage with his help, and he made a rough transformation. I need to link the’ scripture’ device … because he transformed my brain into a semi-mechanical device that turned my brain into a ground device …]
"… don’t have to say anything with him"
Russell suddenly reached out and blocked the bad day.
The bad day has no doubt or objection, but it is quiet and looks back at Russell.
"Because the sheath is dead."
Russell replied in a low voice, "Now he is just a shell."
To those who want to kill me-
But you will never succeed.
Because …
On a bad day, I raised my hand again and cut the distance-the black cloth was cut off and fell to the ground.
This time, the sheath did not resist or block.
He seemed to see the attack instantly and knew that the attack would not hurt him.
Sheath that was covered by black cloth in the eye socket is still that a faint yellow halo.