After the Villain Sneaks into the Temple

My favorite character in this article is Thurston, one of the Sons of God. He also has imperfections. When he was a child, he wanted to please his father God, and he clumsily and carefully tried to please him again and again, but his father was ruthless. I felt heartbroken when I saw it at the time, soooooooooo, so distressed. Then he slowly grew up in the care of the people around him, and grew into a very, very, very good person, both divine and human. Sex, I think this is what attracts me, and he is also very tolerant. When he finally let go of the shackles of identity, "love" and light, I was very happy, but when I saw him dead on the city wall, I was stunned at the time. I didn't expect him to let go like this, woo woo woo woo, what a pitiful baby, I feel so distressed and distressed. In fact, if he has an afterlife, I hope he will not be a holy son, but a child doted on by his parents. Finally, the emotional lines written by the author are actually very good and very delicate, but sometimes they are a bit wasteful and waste my brain.

(Sorry, I want to write a short essay on reading in the comment area. I don't know if it is rude to do so. If the author minds it, I will have no objection to deleting this article. I can't hold back my thoughts.) Thank you to the author for writing such a beautiful story. This article is very interesting from beginning to end. I have been transformed from a human being into a human being (bushi). Here I would like to express my special confession about the content before Chapter 54 (that is, the confused part in the comment area). I don't know what others think or see, but that part is very special to me. I really like the dialogue between Yiyi Shen and Sasha, especially Sasha's point of view, which always gives people a feeling of "it turns out to be like this, it turns out it can still be like this". Weird, but appropriate. I have a strange resonance with Salsa's inability to understand the meaning of food taste. Actually, I'm a person who doesn't have much craving for food. I don't understand why some people like to drink Coke, others like to eat fried chicken, and others like to drink milk tea. For me, the only difference between food is "very unpalatable" and "can't be eaten." Food doesn't have much meaning to me, and I don't feel sorry for me because that's how I've always been, and whether it has meaning or not doesn't affect who I am. But I feel sad for her. No food means to her that she is no longer who she thinks she is, a loss of sense of existence, and a breakdown in cognition. I have experienced a loss of presence. I don't care about food, but I care about some emotions, and I care about my studies. Family, friends, and studies are meaningful to me. They determine my position in the world and my own position in my heart. But there came a time when I was struck by the realization that I was just a passer-by in the house where I had lived for seventeen years, and that I was not important at all. Everyone else in that house would make their own choices, ask me to consider their feelings, and do things that didn't take my feelings into consideration. My studies and my choices for the future were affected by the rupture of my sense of security. People cannot describe things beyond their own knowledge, and the shock I suffered during those two years exceeded my knowledge. I could not describe my pain to my friends. So my friends just thought I was weird and unreasonable. My feelings were also beyond their knowledge, so they couldn't understand me. I still maintained my self-discipline after that. I would get up early to memorize vocabulary words, go to the library while my roommates were playing games, sign myself up for some competitions, and try many things that I had never tried before. It seems ordinary. But I can't find the point of doing this. I felt like a box of ice cream, my lack of presence like a spoon constantly digging into my core. Sometimes I have pain and sometimes I don't. But when I noticed it, my heart was empty, and I was left with only a meaningless packaging shell. Human cognition is based on "what am I". When I feel that I am misplaced and do not know what I am, the meaning given to everything by my existence collapses. In other words, my world view was shattered. Others thought my dissatisfaction with life was strange and they wanted to get me back on the right path. I want to plead my case, but I don't know how. Sasha said something I couldn't say and I felt so happy. This is the special meaning of the content before Chapter 54 to me. Also, I loved salsa from beginning to end. I also don't know how others view the world. But after I reshaped my worldview, the proportion of "hate" was much greater than "love". Perhaps it can be said that it was precisely because I admitted that I hated the world that my worldview was reshaped. In my opinion, this world is too unpredictable, and people who pay attention to rules and work hard may not be able to get the results they want. Living in such a world, collapse and depravity are normal things. No matter how unexpected or bad events are, they all have their own logical development trajectory. Many times, the perpetrators were once victims who had nowhere to redress their grievances. Fairness has never happened to him, but he has to pay the price for his behavior in adapting to the environment. Because of this, the efforts to persist in oneself, to maintain one's conscience, and to overcome unsatisfactory things are particularly precious. I love salsa that doesn't give in. I'm not as tough as she is, but I feel like I'm on the road to getting better. For an ordinary and insignificant human being like me, getting better is enough. Thank you again for writing such a beautiful story.

Why can Yiyi feel the emotion of love when he is a god, but not when Shasha becomes a god in the future? When I think of the if script that happened, I feel so distressed and sad...

Chris is the male protagonist of the princess book. He is worthy of being Sasha's son, with high emotional intelligence.

The emotional and intellectual game between humans and gods, as well as the explanation of the differences in cognition between gods and humans, are very interesting. My new research group is engaged in cognitive aesthetics, but I don't actually know much about cognition. Reading your article, I understood a lot (actually) (although but) I really like this kind of thinking about the origin! I really like this feeling of having to grow my brain hhhhhhh!

Holy shit, it's so beautiful. What kind of god is the author? This book can be directly included in my top ten favorite Jinjiang novels. It's really nb. It would be great if there were more extras. I really like the male and female protagonists. Even the supporting characters have their own feelings.

It feels like it's very, very difficult to conquer if you're not the male protagonist, but it's very, very difficult if you're the female protagonist.

So what kind of god will the children be? I'm so curious!

Did I miss it? I feel like there are gaps that I haven't filled in. What questions did the male protagonist answer to Ren's back then? And what happened to the boy who was contaminated by the heroine's petals and let go by the Holy Son? Also, it seems that the matter of the magician forgetting his dead comrade was not solved in the end? I feel that the magician line could have continued to explore the setting, but in the end the focus was completely shifted to the love line of the male and female protagonists. It was a pity... It's not that I didn't like the ending. It was very sweet, but there was always a feeling of unfinished work.

I have my full order, please show it.