When Meng Xiaoyao left, the mirror image suspended in the air also closed, as if it had never appeared.
Jane, who was silent for a moment, suddenly knelt down in front of Yu Xuening with red eyes!
Yu Xuening squinted her eyes and asked with a playful smile, "Little girl, what are you doing?"
"Senior, I know, you can take me out, please take me out …" Jane gritted her teeth, unable to hide the hatred at the moment.
Yu Xuening's slender fingers curled up a strand of black hair, looked at her for a while with a playful smile, and said, "Can you really use your power to change the situation outside?"
"I don't know." Jane choked with pain, "But I have never seen him show that kind of despair … I can't imagine how hysterical and painful a person like him would be, to appear so weak …"
Yu Xuening sighed softly, "I can take you out, but I won't …"
"Why!?" Jane looked up incomprehensibly, "Aren't you on Yang Cheng's side!?"
Yu Xuening shook her head, "I'm just more willing to believe that your man can face this fate by himself. Since I have acquiesced to Meng Xiaoyao's arrangement, then I will not suddenly go back on my words. This is my trust in myself and also in Yang Cheng. "
Looking at the deep light flashing in Yu Xuening's eyes, Jane bit her red lips and bowed her head in silence.
…
Seven days later, Zhonghai in Hua Xia.
Due to the geographical location of Zhonghai, there was abundant water vapor and there was no barrier. Under the erosion of the cold current, the temperature here had long dropped to minus ten degrees during the day.
At this time, it had almost become an empty city, except for some lonely old people who couldn't leave and were still trying to survive, women, children, and young people, almost all had dragged their families away from the city.
On the once bustling street, there were no pedestrians passing by at noon.
What was creepy was that from time to time, there were some frozen tramps, beggars, and the corpses of some civilians who died because of the riots.
Some of these corpses had been gnawed and swallowed by tenacious rodents, causing many corpses to be mutilated and bloody.
However, the blood had also coagulated, and the corpses did not rot much under the low temperature. If it was a normal summer day, it was very likely that a plague would have appeared due to the high temperature.
Most of the dazzling shops in the central business district had been looted or smashed and destroyed.
The army and the police had all abandoned this place, so naturally, no one would care about this.
Rather than calling it an international metropolis, it would be more accurate to call it an old man who was about to freeze to death, a cold place that was slowly walking towards hell on earth.
In a bar street in the West District, there was a small bar that had been smashed by hailstones and was in a dilapidated state.
The messy and damaged tables and chairs, the overturned sofa, and the ground was littered with trash and empty wine bottles.
A young man was lying strangely on a hard red sofa against the wall in such a moldy and stinky place.
The man's clothes were dirty and full of stains, as if they had been soaked in various colors of alcohol. His hair was a mess, and his whole body reeked of alcohol.
His face was purplish red caused by a persistent hangover, and his pair of eyes were bloodshot.
Under the sofa, there was a large pile of empty wine bottles. Some were finished, and some were thrown away halfway.
These were the drinks found in the basement of the bar, which were left behind when people fled in a panic.
The man's eyes were a little dull, and he just stared blankly at a corner not far away. Sometimes there seemed to be a smile at the corner of his mouth, and sometimes there was a painful burp in his eyes, like a mentally abnormal patient.
This man was naturally Yang Cheng, who returned to Zhonghai after wandering aimlessly for two days.
Somehow, Yang Cheng walked and unknowingly came to the small bar where he had once met Lin Ruoxi.
As time passed, things remained the same, but people changed.
In the past, perhaps the two of them were absurd and awkward, but there were sweet memories.
But at this time, in the eyes of Yang Cheng, this place became the beginning of deception.
Yang Cheng used the One Leaf to hide his cultivation and aura, because he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, and he didn't want to see anyone.
After rummaging through a large pile of alcohol, he lay on the sofa and drank bottle after bottle.
He purposely let his nerves undergo the baptism of alcohol, perhaps to numb himself, or perhaps he wanted to get drunk and never wake up.
There was even a glimmer of hope in Yang Cheng's mind, that if he was an ordinary person, it wouldn't be bad to drink to death like this …
But in his mind, he thought of his family and daughter, and he felt a sense of powerlessness. He couldn't die, but it was worse than death …
This place was quiet, so quiet that no one would notice the man in the dark corner, except for the roaring cold wind at midnight.
Until noon on the seventh day, finally, a person, with light steps, stepped on the Yin tide, and walked in.
Yang Cheng was lying on the sofa, drunk as mud. There was a glimmer of light in his drowsy eyes, but it was fleeting, as if he didn't notice that someone was approaching him.
The person walked to the sofa, stood for a while, and looked at Yang Cheng, who had no intention of getting up, and showed a regretful smile.
"Foolish child, foolish child, your encounter with her is merely an illusion. However, the various things that happened on the way are not fleeting clouds. Why must you persist in going about things the wrong way?"
Yang Cheng twisted his body with difficulty, turned over, and faced his back to Meng Xiaoyao.
"Get lost …"
Yang Cheng spat out a word, and didn't want to say anything else.
Meng Xiaoyao couldn't help but smile. It seemed that although Yang Cheng looked drunk, he was actually still sober. Even if he didn't introduce himself, he could still guess who he was.
In fact, it wasn't hard to guess who this person was, to be able to find Yang Cheng under the One Leaf to hide his eyes.
Meng Xiaoyao wasn't angry at Yang Cheng's rudeness. In fact, he didn't care about others' attitude towards him at all.
Instead, he nodded approvingly, pulled a chair and sat next to Yang Cheng, and said, "As the saying goes, there is no form, and the faith is pure, then the reality will be born. If you see the different forms, then you will see the Buddha. The mind is persistent, and the intention is to stay in the form … "
"Get lost …"
Yang Cheng's tone became heavier, with a hint of anger, and he interrupted Meng Xiaoyao's words again.
No form? Reality?
If Buddhism could see through love and hatred in the world, then with his understanding, how could there be so many fetters and entanglements?
Meng Xiaoyao opened his mouth, feeling a little ridiculous. This little guy was only a child in his twenties. No matter how much potential he had, he was still a child.
When he talked to him, it was the same as when he talked to Yu Xuening, how could he listen?
As for Yang Cheng asking him to "get lost", he didn't take it to heart at all.
After thinking for a moment, Meng Xiaoyao thought of something, nodded, and said again, "As far as humans know from exploring the ancient earth, 65 million years ago, there was an asteroid of one trillion tons that hit the earth.
The speed of the asteroid exceeded 83,000 kilometers per hour, and its power was equivalent to detonating 30 million nuclear warheads at the same time.
It could be said that the asteroid destroyed all life on earth at that time, and every 10 million years, such a big impact may occur. In other words, every 10 million years, the earth may be destroyed once.
Small-scale celestial collisions could happen at any time.
Just 50,000 years ago, when Hua Xia was in the period of chaos and immortals and demons fighting for hegemony, a meteorite hit the desert of Arizona, which is now part of the United States.
After the meteorite fell, 175 million tons of rocks and sand were thrown into the sky, leaving a huge pit that was six to seven kilometers wide and nearly two hundred meters deep. This huge pit was now codenamed 'Diablo Canyon'.
At that time, the meteorite was only 130 feet, comparable to today's small jets.
When it fell, it caused a high temperature of 1659 degrees Celsius, melting the rocks in the desert. The gravel and gravel produced by the impact reached a speed of two to three times that of a rifle bullet, spreading three to six miles around …
At that speed, any surrounding people and animals could not be spared. Most of the indigenous people at that time were directly penetrated under inexplicable circumstances, and their bones were directly penetrated … "
At this point, Yang Cheng finally did not ask him to get lost.
Slowly, Yang Cheng got up, turned his head, looked at Meng Xiaoyao with a smile on his face, and said gloomily, "What do you want to say?"
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