Demon Lord 3

I seem to have had an argument back then, I seem to have been arguing endlessly at school. It was eventually attributed to bad luck, but was that really the case? Anyway, I never officially went to school there. Who am I now? Where am I? It's like I've arrived here on the wind, I seem to have forgotten who I am. I seem to be Huo Ruoxi, no, I seem to be Hao Ruyue. After thinking for a long time, I still can't figure out who I am. Maybe I'm the Dao Zun from the big world, but there's another possibility. I'm not, I'm not some Dao Zun, I'm just an ordinary person, an ordinary student here, an ordinary citizen here, a pillar of society here, a good student in the eyes of my classmates, a big sister in the eyes of my classmates, or a clever kid in the eyes of my teachers? It's those childhood playmates, the people I've always admired, but no matter who I am, it's as if I'm sitting on the clouds now. I've flown here on the wind. Here are the people I know, and it feels like I can never go back to that world. But I don't regret coming here. I slowly begin to comfort myself. Perhaps this is just how life is. I'm here, and I'll make the best of it. I have nothing to worry about now. I came here to live well. There's nothing worth looking back at anymore. I slowly sit on the clouds, occasionally sitting up, and occasionally lying down. The sky isn't close to me. I just silently watch the world, which is also not far away. I just can't set foot on it anymore. I bid farewell to that place, but I can't reach the next stage. What's happening to me? It's like I'm trapped in the clouds. I ride the wind, I want to fly further, but the wind no longer pushes me forward. Am I losing my temper? Am I about to fall? Suddenly, everyone wakes me up, and I seem to wake from my fantasy. Where is this place? Oh, I am back, I am still me, maybe I am no one but myself, I am the unique me.

After everyone woke me up, I checked the time and realized I'd been lost in thought for a long time. Was this a hope for the good, or a dark thought? What was I thinking? I didn't know. I seemed to be coming to my senses, but it felt like everything had been lost. I looked around and realized, after being woken up, that today seemed to be the annual "Release the Fish" festival. We were going to release a lot of fish. Curious, I asked if this was Buddhist, but everyone seemed to shake their heads. I didn't ask any more. Everyone was quiet today, perhaps distracted by something. Was it our opponent trying to make us grow? Perhaps that was the case. Who was secretly monitoring us? Who was observing us? When I arrived, I found the fish were jumping around again. I also took a bucket and put it in the water, and then everyone started to put it in one by one. As everyone did so, they started to mutter, saying some natural things. I seemed to hear those depressed and silent words, saying that we were releasing them and they wanted to swim back. Some fish said that this would give them a few more days, and they were always very happy. But many fish thought that they were destined to be slaughtered in this life, so that they could find some people to surrender to in the next life. They were not grateful to us. Listening to those words, I was also very sad. I felt that we should be thanked for doing good things, whether we think so or others think so. Why are we being scolded again? When I was sad, Zhou Chuyuan comforted me and said, "Everyone's words are basically mixed. This kind of thing is really impossible to measure. You can think about it carefully. If others say this after you do something, is it possible that you say the same thing after others do something? You may hurt others' feelings, but no one says anything about you. In fact, no one is wrong. It's just that people don't understand it now. What we did is not entirely correct. Maybe it is not fair to many fish, but we have a clear conscience after doing it. We don't think we have done anything wrong, and nothing will blame our morality. In addition, the fate of those fish is like this. Today's fate is to be released. Maybe the fish that was slaughtered yesterday has nothing to do with us. The difference between it and other fish is that fate."