In the cell that had been silent and dark for a long time, a voice that did not belong to Xu Le or Huai Caoshi suddenly rang out. Naturally, it could only be that master of comparative literature who was crazy enough to carve love and peace on his face … When his voice rang out, Xu Le, who had already spoken a lot, frowned slightly, thinking in confusion that he had already removed all the surveillance equipment in the room. How could that person still hear the voice inside?
"I am very surprised, Xu Le. You can actually think like a philosopher, and not like those stinky soldiers who only know how to sit on a rock and smoke … This is very good. It will be very helpful for you to accept my great plan in the end."
In the dark cell, Xu Le and Huai Caoshi looked at each other through the dark air. Neither of them spoke as if in tacit agreement. These two young experts might have fought against each other for many years, or perhaps they would bite each other like wild beasts in the next moment, but their attitude towards the crazy middle-aged man from the Empire outside the cell was surprisingly unanimous. If possible, they definitely would not mind teaming up and tearing that person into pieces.
After not hearing a reply for a long time, the Great Teacher's desire to chat did not find a channel to express. He was clearly somewhat displeased, but in the next moment, his voice became excited again.
"You have explained the horror of death very clearly, and that is the end of one's self-consciousness. For life forms with self-consciousness, this kind of end is absolutely unacceptable, just like how human society absolutely cannot tolerate the end of self-existence, which is why they created things like love, marriage, family, and motherly love."
"Regardless of whether it is the literature of the Empire or the Federation, when it comes to describing and explaining death, there is a huge flaw, or perhaps a gap. Black swamps, withered tree trunks, burning underworld, gem-like piles of eyeballs, forest-like white bone plains … These are all too poetic, and any kind of color to describe the existence of death is a type of beautification."
"Of course, I believe that the predecessors of human society cannot have thought about death at a lower level than you and me. It is just that they were unwilling to lead the life forms that needed to be anesthetized into the deepest part of grief due to their collective consciousness as a member of the human race … This kind of approach is indeed very beneficial for human society."
The Great Teacher's voice was just like every time he talked about words like literature, peace, and love. It became a little sharp, and within the sharpness, there was a hint of craziness.
"The lazy birds in the trees, the flowers in the birds' dark beaks, the beetles crawling out of the petals, the beetles pushing the big dung ball joyfully. When the dung ball rolls over a small pool of water, it rains. The water flows into the small stream and the big river, and the fish and prawns dance. "
"What is this? He's alive! "
"Withered trees, half-rotted eye sockets, stinking birds, flowers that have turned into black ropes, beetles that are only left with empty shells, there is no cloud and no rain for thousands of miles, the earth is dry, there is not even wind, the streams have long dried up."
"What is this? This is death! "
"Only by recognizing the horror of death can one truly appreciate the value of life! In this vast universe, everything is fake, only life is real. War is the stupidest decision, killing is the most irrational game, so we must stop all of this from happening. "
The Great Teacher's voice was excited and persistent. "The only thing that can stop all of this is love, only making love.
… Only the two of you can make love! "
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The Great Teacher's exaggerated aria kept echoing in the dark cell. The content of this aria was so strange. The current head of this mysterious family seemed to have really pinned the future of peace between the Empire and the Federation on the physical intimacy between Xu Le and Huai Caoshi.
The room was really dark, but Xu Le seemed to see the shock, anger, and disgrace on Huai Caoshi's face. In fact, his own expression was also very strange.
"Looks like your uncle has really gone mad," he said to the woman under the woman. He said to the woman under the wall in a hoarse voice, "If your subordinate can't come up with a solution, I'm really worried that he'll fill the room with poisonous gas in the next moment."
"Great Teacher, the Fan Manor should be surrounded by now. This crazy uncle of mine is under too much pressure and is about to break down. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so excited." Huai Caoshi replied coldly. Although she and Xu Le could not hear the sounds outside the White Courtyard, nor could they see the bright searchlights or the dense mechanical army, they knew very well what the situation was like.
"I'm not crazy. I'm even more unwilling to let two pitiful and cute young children who are forced to bear the cold pursuit of political interests die," the Great Teacher retorted loudly from outside the cell.
When Huai Caoshi heard this, she casually scratched her slightly wet and messy hair and said indifferently, "Uncle, you should know very well that the two of us are heavily injured with multiple fractures. It's very difficult to make the two of us suddenly flirt and shake the bed randomly."
When Xu Le heard this, his heart was filled with endless admiration. It turned out that this princess, who seemed to only like dealing with mecha violence, had a literary style that he had never imagined.
"We need food and medicine." Huai Caoshi made her request to the crazy man outside the cell.
The passage in the alloy wall opened, and a plate of clean water, food, and medicine for external injuries were sent in. Xu Le turned his body with difficulty and took these things down. He looked at the darkness on the other side in confusion.
Outside the cell, the Great Teacher was still using his poetic and sword-like language to comment on life and death, the birth and destruction of the universe, and the attitude that human civilization should have. In the room, Xu Le and Huai Caoshi listened in silence or did not listen at all. They closed their eyes and took long breaths.
Suddenly.
Really suddenly, without any warning, without any preconditions, the chattering outside the cell suddenly stopped. The inside and outside of the cell once again sank into a deathly silence.
After who knew how much time had passed, Xu Le opened his eyes. He looked in confusion at the outside of the heavy wall and then at the opposite side.
At the same time, Huai Caoshi also frowned, because this deathly silence had come too suddenly.
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The two people in the cell knew very well that, based on the personality of the crazy man outside, it was impossible for him to suddenly stop talking at this time. Something must have happened. The problem was that no matter how they thought about it, they could not guess the truth of what had happened. Huai Caoshi did not think that her father would dare to go against the Blood Oath and order the army to attack. Xu Le did not think that there was anyone in this world who could silently control the Great Teacher, who used love and peace as his title, but was actually crazy and terrifying. More importantly, even if he could control him … it would be impossible to do so silently.
After a long silence, Huai Caoshi suddenly said, "Try the water and medicine."
Xu Le was silent for a moment, then asked, "Aren't you afraid that the water and medicine are poisoned … that kind of poison?"
"Are you talking about the aphrodisiac?" Huai Caoshi raised her eyebrows slightly and calmly replied, "There is such a possibility, so I suggest that you try it first. In your current state, even if you take the aphrodisiac, there shouldn't be any effect."
Xu Le was silent and looked down at his lower abdomen. The aftereffects of being kicked by that savage woman a day ago were still there. Although it was not enough to end his bloodline, at least for now, he was definitely unable to make the proper response. The joy of life was helplessness, and the joy of helplessness was probably all in pain and helplessness.
He raised his head, wanting to say something, but in the end, he did not say anything.
Because the door suddenly opened.
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