Demon Lord 3

I was also curious and asked him if rich people could live here. But he shook his head and said no, rich people would definitely not live here, this place is still more rural style, everyone wants to put down roots in the city. No matter how much this is, rich people will think so, unless they are the richest man in the world. But the richest man in the world that we can see is just to attract people's attention. For him, because there is no real richest man in the world, the truly rich and powerful people should hide their identities after becoming rich and it is impossible for them to show up here. The real big brothers don’t appear on TV to play gangsters, and those who play gangster bosses on TV are all actors. Hearing this, I think it makes sense. I curiously asked him, if he were asked to play a role, what role would he play? He thought about it carefully and said that he might be a lawyer. I curiously asked him if he was defending his brothers? He shook his head and said, "Of course not. Being a lawyer is my dream. You can't think that I don't have the right to want to be a lawyer, right? Everyone has the right to pursue their dreams, and I am no exception. When I was young, I really wanted to be a lawyer, but then I was getting further and further away from that profession. I even thought about being a judge before, but that was even more impossible. I began to slowly cultivate these talents, so later there were many of them. Okay, these are no longer important. After a person dies, everything will turn to ashes, and there will be more follow-ups, which are all in the past. Take a good look at the world while you are alive, and sleep peacefully after you die, lying there quietly, waiting to be summoned one day, maybe to see your relatives and loved ones, or maybe to be sent to another place to reincarnate. Only the living are trying to think, wondering why they are not the one who was taken away, and why they have to stay in this strange world for so many more days. Maybe only the living will worry about it. Let's put an end to these problems. The dead won't have them. The dead will be very relieved and relaxed. They think about what will happen in the future instead of dwelling on the past. "But when he said the word death, my heart tightened. After all, if a person can talk about life and death, he or she is either dead or can look down on life and death. I nodded in agreement, but then shook my head. I think if a person wants to fight life and death while alive, wants to make some contribution to the world, and add more color to themselves in this world, they must also strive to live. They can't think of death as liberation, but think of death as the end of life. But living is not like that. Living is infinite. Living and death are just synonymous with the end. There is no end to life, so there is no death in life. Only if the heart is not dead can one remain in a state of life. Only if a person lives forever with his or her thoughts will death never come to an end. This word only exists in running competitions, but where is the real end of life? Looking at the tall buildings ahead, I pointed over there, wanting to take a look. It should be 2014 now. Actually, back in our world, I didn't know much about years, but now that I'm back in the ordinary world, years slowly surfaced in my mind, and I pondered what these years had brought us. I thought about it and finally came to a conclusion. Perhaps time doesn't exist, only space exists. But for convenience, people put years at the beginning of sentences, just like articles in English. These words can't appear alone, but must be paired with something else. Just like the word "crown" means a hat, putting a hat there would seem out of place, but wearing it on your head would be fine. But people are born with hats, of course not. They are just for covering their heads. After I sorted out the whole story, I sat aside tiredly, looking at the tall buildings over there. I felt that I was getting farther and farther away. There were indeed mountains here, but they were not high. I climbed for a long time but couldn’t climb up. I always felt that the mountain was very short, but I really didn’t have the strength. In the dream, I could only grope here slowly. If it didn’t work, I could only exit the dream. After all, these dreams were haggard. If I wasn’t careful, I would fall down and then wake up from the dream. In order to slowly restore the dream, it took me a lot of effort. Here I seemed to be dreaming this dream endlessly. Is there someone calling me in reality?