Demon Lord 3

We all know that Wu Peinan is deeply in love with his Xiao Shen. This kind of emotion may not be expressed in too many words. It is not the kind of love at first sight, nor the kind of lust at first sight, but it is the ability to change one's heart and original state for a person. That kind of negativity and unwillingness will slowly leave oneself, hoping to show the best self in front of the person one loves. This is the driving force of love, to change oneself for a person, to find the best state, to welcome a new life. We are moved by their love, but we have to face what is in front of us. Tianzhi is also frowning. He often wonders, who is the person in his dream? Why does he keep bothering himself? Wu Luansen said: "If it was Wu Peinan who lost his memory, maybe it wouldn't be like this. He would always remember the person he loved deeply. Even if he forgot, there would be no harm, because love is in his bones, not as simple as the impression. His genes may choose her. You have to believe this."

It's strange to say, I really don't believe it. I think loving someone is just an expression. No matter who loses their memory, the result is the same. Therefore, we also argue endlessly. Wu Luansen thinks that he has experienced a lot, so he is also very experienced, but I don't think so. I think that although I have not experienced as much as him, it is more profound than him. My parents gave me a very high platform, and the height I am at can also understand things that those people cannot understand. Wu Luansen did not deny what I said, but he felt that I was rather one-sided. He also said that it is not the platform and the high status that make the experience meaningful. Perhaps many beautiful things are in warm and harmonious families, not in those deep palaces, or those powerful people. I actually agree with this. Almost everyone who spends enough time in chaotic times often yearns for peace. Spending too long in the bustling metropolis feels like losing sight of even a single star. They're accustomed to the pitch-black night sky, the coldness of not seeing the sun before sunrise, the dullness of not seeing dusk at sunset. They yearn for and imagine the beautiful countryside, where curling smoke from cooking fires connects with the clouds on the horizon, returning children call out for their parents, a scene of prosperity. They often smile, often lose themselves in thought. When they smile, they watch the clouds, the mountains blanketed in crimson, the forests dyed in all colors. Closer, they see ripples on the water, the fruits on the trees coated in golden hues by the last rays of sunset. When they lose themselves in thought, they watch the sun rise, the sky slowly turning pale. When they lose themselves in thought, they watch the sun set, the dusk gradually fading, its color slowly fading, leaving behind a starry night. The night sky will no longer be lonely, dotted with stars, appearing especially bright and dazzling.

But these are ultimately just thoughts. Life must go on. The more missions one carries, the more things must be done. When the burden becomes too much to bear, it's time to step aside. At that moment, one might yearn for the courage they once possessed on the battlefield, the scenes vividly recollected. The same is true in the spiritual world. This is a time of great turmoil, and each personnel change intensifies the inner turmoil. While this is normal, it can be a difficult time for the timid and cowardly. The arrival of the next successor is a source of uncertainty, whether they will be happy or sad. Therefore, they must constantly flatter, hoping to ingratiate themselves with the others and preserve their position. But is this truly right? Where has all the youthful spirit of the past gone? Where has all the courage they once possessed? Courage and confidence are gone, leaving only my silent sadness, but I have been living here. I didn't understand the meaning of reincarnation before, thinking that immortality was the true meaning, but then I slowly discovered that the real reincarnation is to make us stick to our original aspirations, to start from scratch again and again, the replacement of the old with the new, making us constantly forget our roots, and the fast-paced life also makes us lose our direction, but can these be used as reasons to move us? Of course not, the reason for forgetting our roots comes from ourselves. I can't find the direction because I didn't look for it. My father said: "If those old stubborn people took out a little bit of their passion back then, things wouldn't have turned out like this." But I think those people are timid. If they do too much, they will definitely make mistakes. If they don't do anything, they will definitely not make mistakes.