Lanze sat quietly by the river, and the river water flowed by.

The river is surrounded by stones and the water flows rapidly.

Lan Ze was thinking, why is there no grass by the river? A pampas reed appeared in the stone, and the pampas sticks that were furry and cute.

He was thinking, why didn't the river water wash over the plants? The whole reed and the stick were swept away by the river water.

The weather is still cold and the river water is clear. It is not yet time to go into the water to play. Thinking of this, boys and girls appeared in the middle of the river.

The boy is seven or eight years old. His face is red, like a person poisoned by carbon monoxide. His eyes are bright and beautiful. He is wearing a sweat vest and cropped pants.

The girl is about eleven or twelve years old. She has a pair of buns, a flat nose, thin eyes, and looks so ugly. She is also carrying a huge bag behind her, holding the little boy's hand nervously.

To be precise, it was the little boy holding the girl's hand, looking like he was taking care of people.

Lan Ze looked at them, and suddenly they also looked at Lan Ze.

The little boy showed a bright smile, "I am my brother!"

The sound was as crisp as a glass. "Let's come together!"

"What?"

"I am my brother! Let's cross the river!"

The little boy stepped forward and grabbed Lan Ze's hand. His hands were wet and cold. He was so small that he only reached the waist of an adult. But Lan Ze seemed to be younger than him in an instant.

The boy's face approached his eyes: "I am my brother!"

So Lan Ze remembered it. He seemed to have had a little brother and a little sister, all of whom were children of his old man, and they all died when they were young. Unlike his mother, Teacher Bai, the old man was not in a prosperous state. Sometimes, he felt that he was the only child who was still alive.

It is said that the young lady is a very strong child. He looked at the young lady holding the other hand. The young lady held the big bag behind her with one hand, not looking at him, and looked at the water flow with worry.

They are standing in the river water now. It is different from what Lanze thought. The bottom of the river is flat and there are no stones, and it is a snow-white sandy land.

They walked by the sand.

Lan Ze was worried that there were big stones at the bottom of the river, and there were strange-shaped huge rocks in front of them. The little brother giggled and pulled them up the huge rocks. The little brother had good light skills. However, this was in the water, with the buoyancy of water.

"Little brother!" The little brother turned around and said to him, "Take you across the river!"

Right, the biggest Lanze is the youngest, and the youngest boy is the eldest brother.

I don’t know how far the other side is.

Lanze remembered the rapid flow of water seen on the shore.

The river is not wide, and the water flows hit the rocks on both sides.

Maybe it was the water surface, and it was underwater. So it was as quiet as a fish tank, so wide that it could not be seen on the other side.

The water suddenly became intense. They drifted in the water.

The little brother grabbed him and the little sister, who grabbed the big bag desperately.

The white waves blocked his sight. He could not see where he had floated. The little brother held his hand tightly, conveying warmth and strength from his hand.

Lan Ze struggled for a moment, as if he was about to wake up from the water flow in his dream. But nothing.

In a blink of an eye, they had reached a shallow. A red light hung in the horizon.

The little brother pulled the young lady and him, walked around the rocks on the shallows, and walked towards the shore on the round pebbles.

The pebbles were slippery, the little brother laughed out loud, and Lan Ze was also very happy, but the young lady was still serious.

When Lanze realized: Shouldn’t these round stones hurt your feet? They were already stepping on the grass.

"Look!" The little brother pulled them and turned around.

Lanze looked to the other side of the river and saw the burning wooden house.

The flames soar into the sky.

On the open space in front of the wooden house, a black figure was burning, making waves of roars.

"That's me." Lan Ze recognized his hideous face.

"It's not you!" said the little brother.

"It's not you." The young lady who was as proud as gold also spoke.

The man turned his head and found them, and he was swaying at the river.

But the river blocked him.

He was burning himself.

But the current of water is the nemesis of fire, which makes him retreat.

The burning Lanze retreated step by step back to the front of the house, accompanied by bursts of laughter, and the fire on his body suddenly surged.

What kind of monster is this?

"This is the devil." Lanze said.

They watched the Demon King turn into a huge human-shaped torch, burning with the wooden house.

"Boom!" The beams of the wooden house collapsed.

The devil roared to the sky.

The room gradually burned into black carbon, and the black residue gradually disappeared. A gust of wind blew, and the sky was filled with dark gray.

As the devil burned, it gradually shrank and became smaller. A gust of wind bypassed the devil's remains. Suddenly, he shattered with the wind and disappeared so as not even ashes.

The flames burned out and went out. Only the remains of the wooden house were left in the open space with blue smoke.

"We're going over there." At some point, the little brother let go of Lanze's hand.

The little brother waved his hand at him and walked into the depths of the grass with his sister.

"Where are you going? Where are you going?" Lanze asked in panic.

"Go to a place you can't go." The little brother said naturally.

They walked very quickly and Lanze chased after him.

A rainbow rose in the distance. Lanze believed that his brother and sister must leave by the rainbow.

But their figures are getting farther and farther away.

The grass was full of flowers, of all colors, like the rainbow in the sky. Their figures were blocked by the flowers growing taller and taller in the depths of the grass, and they were almost invisible.

Lanze ran desperately until he found himself standing alone in the middle of the blooming grass.

Looking back, the river was unknown, and the remains of wooden houses on the other side were no longer visible.

In a trance, he woke up.

He was still sitting quietly by the river, watching the river hitting the stones.

There were bursts of laughter coming from the wooden house not far away.

He was thinking about the big issues of ethical philosophy.

For example, “Man is precious between heaven and earth.”

Why? What is the value of people?

Isn’t people flooding everywhere?

What is the use of human beings to the universe? Just thinking about expansion and possession, taking down a star and another one. Just like a mold infection, what is the point of expanding the living space in the universe?

When people live, they only have meaning to human beings. Therefore, the most precious thing among all things is the living being.

There are also those who have passed away, like little brothers and little sisters. They all die absurdly. As children, they overestimate themselves and want to help others. God cannot allow such children to grow up. They are too good to be suitable for this selfish world. They are not selfish enough and human instinct is not qualified.

But why not obey the instinct?

"If instinct allows me to get along with others and do this and that for others, why don't I adapt to my instinct?" asked himself.

No, the Demon King was dead and even the ashes were left behind. The person who asked this question was Lanze who was taken to the other side by his little brother.

What determines the logic of human behavior is nothing else, but instinct.

Just like when encountering danger, someone will immediately run away in panic; Lanze saw the people falling all over the room, and rushed forward without thinking.

Every choice is absurd, but the fact is that instinct is at work.

My own instinct, I am happy.

The little brothers and sisters have all been killed by this idiot’s instinct.

Nothing inherited by my father, from abnormal mutations to lifeless instinct, is a good thing.

But if instinct allows me to contribute to humanity, I am happy. I am so happy. I listen to my own instincts.
Chapter completed!