Vol 3 Chapter 29: Dialectical and effective? Penguin helps to debut again!

"Player?" Unexpectedly repeated the other's question, revealing a smile, "What player? We don't play online games or anything."
"Well..." Hearing this response from Kee, Xiao sighs and can't help but squint at him. He said, "I don't think it's a buddy... I don't change my color in a world connected by online games. The npc that belongs to the online game world and is super-dimensionally aware of the nature of its existence says that he does not play online games..." When he thinks about things in his heart, he really does not pay attention to the sentence, "in a sense... this It should be the legendary 'striped version of the swearing words'..."
"What I am talking about, you know it well." Ping Tian sighed and said, "Do you think that ... is it useful to deny?"
"Oh..." I closed my smile and said, "So... suppose... Please note that it is just a hypothesis... Suppose we are indeed the so-called 'players' in your mouth, what do you think?"
"consciousness@attack." Less than a second, Pingtian replied coldly.
As soon as this statement came out, the look of Wang Sighzhi changed immediately.
"Sorry, I just went to the fourth grade of elementary school. I can't understand the word in front of the attack." The sensation was quick, and he immediately stepped forward and stopped in front of Xiao sigh.
"Is it..." Hirata sneered. "But... it looks like your companion understands."
"Cut..." Feng Shou felt uncomfortable in his heart, "The ability of this cargo to observe the color is not bad..."
At the same time, Xiaoshen was very remorseful and said: "Well... I forgot that I was a primary school student's setting, and I was dragging my mind..."
Two seconds later, Feng Shou looked back to Pingtian as usual: "Oh? This is... probably because... his English is good." He said, and he looked back and sighed, "Taro What does that word mean?"
"Conscience." Xiao sin returned very succinctly.
"Oh..." I didn't feel it when I heard it, and I looked back at Pingtian Road. "So, do you want to use some sort of mental attack on us?"
"Yes." Pingtian replied.
"I can ask... is this why?" Feng did not know, "Just because we are so-called 'players'?" His inner pressure is great, but the tone and manner are relaxed; when it comes to "players" II When he was a word, he did not forget to raise his two claws to make a "quote" gesture.

Is this reason not enough?
Pingtian asked.
Do you still need to explain the hate of ‘we’ to ‘you’?

"You may wish to explain." Feng Shou is trying to lengthen the time of communication with each other to collect more information.
"Let's think about it, Cat Saburo...or... I don't know what your name is, Mr. Pingtian." If one day, you find yourself a character that is thought of by others, you will be What did you feel?" He paused and answered. "When you realize... your origins, looks, character, encounters, etc... all are arranged by others; your words and deeds are another The illusions that people use to paint with pens or keyboards; and the joys, anger, sorrow, and joy that you have experienced... those that you think are true, are all instilled by others..."
"Call..." The words are here, and Hirata sighs. "At that time, what are you left? You are all over the body. From the spiritual to the physical level, there are even a few things that really belong to you. 'Own'?" He shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Oh... I can tell you, when you have figured it all out... The only thing left in your heart is that there will be only endless, incomprehensible hollows and sorrows... Only 'hate' can make you talk about masturbation."
"Ha! Hahahahahaha..." I heard that I heard it. Suddenly laughed out loud.
His smile is so sinister, mad, and in all fairness, when knocking down the line. I don't even know what he is going to do next...
"I thought what you want to say..." He felt a smile for a while, shrugged and said, "You don't think... is this passage itself a paradox?"
"What do you say?" Ping Tian asked a trace of doubt, and asked quietly.
"Tell this to you..." Feng Shou swears, "Assume... As you said, your mindset and words and deeds are all arranged by others, then... at this moment, you are Questioning, thinking, dissatisfaction, hatred of self-existence... is undoubtedly also the arrangement of the person who created you. That is to say... not that you are questioning, not that you are thinking, that you have no dissatisfaction and hatred... these are just Something that a creator has given you with a pen or keyboard, you are quite depressed emotions and behaviors... essentially no different from Tucao.
Most of them are different in purpose...
The purpose of some behaviors is to provoke meditation, and the purpose of some behaviors is to make people laugh, but in the end... these are not your own 'purposes'. According to you, you never have any ‘purpose’. Because everything you say from the spiritual to the physical level is instilled by others.

"This..." Pingtian heard it here, and it has already shaken...
"Conversely..." The unnegative narrative continues. "We can make another hypothesis, for example... When the 'creator' turns his attention to other places, you become a Individuals who can think independently and have self-awareness. In that case, you have to admit that some of your 'existence' is your own... Perhaps your destiny is affected by something higher than you. But you are not 100% involuntarily.
Your relationship... is like a Creator and a mortal in religion. You can complain that life is like a blind man, but you can't say that your life is like a play.

"No...no..." Pingtian’s eyes were inconspicuous, and the mouth whispered a negative discourse, but he could not further refute the theory of the seal.
"Although I don't know what you are talking about... but it feels very powerful..." In the same second, Xiaoshen got together and felt quietly.
"To tell the truth... the ones he just said, I have thought about it a long time ago." Feng Shuyi also turned his head and whispered to Xiao Xiao. "I have no longer been entangled in this."

Is it tangled before...
Xiao sighed,
Wait... Before that, would the average person think about that kind of problem?

"what--"
Just as they were talking, Ping Tianjun, who was not far away, held his head in his hands and shouted loudly... he fell to the ground.
Between the fingers, his outline begins to fade; the color disappears from his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, looks like... is being painted off by the correction fluid...
"Calm a little, Ping Tianjun." At this moment, suddenly another voice sounded, "Don't fall into the logical trap of the other side."
When this statement comes out, Pingtian is a spirit, and the fading stops.
In the next second, the two men turned their heads and turned to look at the direction of the voice.
When they saw the appearance of the speaker, both of them were shocked.
"Penguin helps..." Feng did not expect to come, frowning, "You are not dead..."
The penguin helps sink like water: "I certainly didn't die." He talked slowly, and he walked over. "Do you think... Xiong Ji killed me?"
"Oh..." I felt like I knew something in an instant, and I sighed and said, "No wonder..."
The little sigh beside him was also a rush of heart, and whispered softly: "It turns out that I said... Xiong Ji can't do the kind of dagger blood..."
"My 'death' is just an illusion." Penguin helped all the way to the two of them, and then said, "The purpose of making this illusion is to try out the two bodies of 'you two' control." 'The time period.'
"It seems... you have already reached a conclusion..." The seal was cold and the tone became hostile.
"Although it can't be said that it is 100% accurate, but..." may be a racial relationship. Penguin seems to have little smile. Even if he is speaking in a rather smug tone, his face is also a kind of mood. The color looks like, "... is not ten." (To be continued...)