In a teahouse somewhere on Hong Kong Island, two people sat opposite each other at a table by the window.

Sitting on the south side is an ordinary old man, dressed plainly, wearing reading glasses, slowly flipping through the newspaper, and taking a sip from time to time with the teacup in front of him, looking very leisurely.

Sitting opposite him was a beautiful man, with red lips and white teeth, and peach blossom eyes, even if he sat casually, he exuded a charming charm and attracted people's attention all the time.

He took a puff on his cigar and the smoke floated out of one of his thin lips, drifting upwards.

His bright eyes hid behind the smoke, flickering, adding to the mystery, and in the distance, a middle-aged fat woman dressed in gold and silver stared at him obsessively, accidentally knocked over the teacup, and the water flowed to the ground.

The man seems to have been accustomed to this, he smokes a cigar leisurely, not impatient, looking out the window, watching the wind and scenery, so comfortable.

The old man was more comfortable than it, and he regarded it as air, ignoring it, just drinking tea and reading the newspaper, and it took a long time to turn a page, and he read it very carefully.

A cigar reached his buttocks, and the beautiful man extinguished the cigar, pulled another one out of his arms, lit it with a match, and took a leisurely puff.

The old man flipped through a page of the newspaper and said, "Your Qi cultivation skills are much better than before. ”

"I thought you weren't going to speak today!"

The man took a puff of his cigarette and smiled undiminishedly.

The old man said lightly: "I'm afraid that if you look at it for a while, you will have to be unable to help but do it." ”

The man dusted off his cigarette ash and asked with a smile, "Why did you ask me to come to such a place to talk?"

"Because I like it. ”

The old man said calmly: "Time flies very quickly here, and two pots of tea can pass the day." ”

"Duanmu Evil, you're really picky. ”

The man smiled and asked, "Why can a lazy guy like you command the Xuanwu Seven Nights? If I were a golden bull, I would have kicked you down a long time ago." ”

"You can give it advice, I'd love to. ”

The old man didn't care at all, and his tone was still indifferent.

"Huh!"

With a chuckle, the man played with his cigarette and asked, "Since you have spoken, let's talk!"

The old man was noncommittal, he calmly looked at the people drinking morning tea, and suddenly asked, "Ram Le, what do you think is the meaning of life?"

"You're playing dumb riddles on me again?"

The man shook his head, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "Yuan Dazong has returned to his hometown, no matter what the result is, this is our last chance, in this case, don't waste everyone's time." ”

The old man didn't care, but looked at him quietly and said seriously: "I didn't play dumb riddles, I was asking you seriously." ”

Ram Le's smile faded: "I'm not joking with you, I'm here with sincerity today, if I find out that you are playing tricks on me, I will be very unhappy." ”

Duanmu's evil expression was still calm, it put down the newspaper, sorted it out page by page, and said slowly: "I still remember how you were when you were a child, you were very energetic, you want to change the world, eliminate strife, so that all living beings can coexist in harmony, when did you give up this ideal?"

"Why do you mention this?"

A hint of displeasure flashed between Ram Le's eyebrows, and the sound of several teacups being knocked over suddenly sounded around him, and the women clutched their chests, their eyes filled with tears, as if they couldn't bear to see the sad face between their eyebrows.

"I was young and ignorant, was that okay?"

Ram Le looked at Duanmu Evil's slow movements, and said with a smile: "I heard that when you didn't take over the Doumu Hedgehog, you were merciful and very romantic!"

"I loved life then, and I love life now, too. ”

Duanmu Xie sorted out the newspaper, put it in front of him, looked up at it, and asked seriously: "What about you? Do you like this kind of life?"

Ram Le narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to say?"

"Do you believe in the Havoc?" Duanmu asked.

"Of course. ”

The ram didn't think twice, but there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Are you afraid that the old one will notice?"

Duanmu shook his head and said, "Don't be afraid, he can't see here." ”

His pupils shrank, Ram Le sat up straight, and asked seriously, "Are you serious?"

"I've always been serious. ”

Duanmu Xie asked again, "Do you believe in the catastrophe?"

"Of course not. ”

Ram Le shook his head, sat back, poked out his long, slender fingers, picked up a grape from the fruit bowl on the table, and placed it in front of him.

"I saw the grape, its frost, its texture, even its pit. ”

As he spoke, he tossed the grape into his mouth, chewing it, narrowing his eyes.

"I tasted this grape, it was very sweet, the skin was slightly acidic, and I secreted a lot of saliva. ”

"When I swallow, I can still feel it slipping through my esophagus and into my stomach pouch, is there anything more real than that?"

Smacking his lips, Ram Le opened his eyes and said with a smile: "The catastrophe is nothing more than an ethereal legend, and there is no evidence to prove its existence. ”

After a pause, it continued: "Take 10,000 steps back, if the Holocaust is real, then what can we do? Nothing can be done, everything is already doomed, what is the point of everything we have prepared?"

"But the thing woke up. ”

Duanmu evil reminds.

"Who can prove it?"

Ram Le shrugged his hands: "It's just a sentence from Yuan Dazong, what's more, if that thing can really prevent the catastrophe from coming, then why does that person hide in his hometown for so many years and don't come out?"

Duanmu Xie didn't refute or agree, but asked calmly: "So, you want to fight?"

"I don't like fighting. ”

Ram Le shook his head and said solemnly, "I only hope that one of them can stand up and let us walk into the sun again, and no longer be constrained by the temple." ”

"It's cooperation, not constraints. ”

Duanmu Xie reminded him.

"What's the difference?"

Ram Le frowned and asked, "Which way are you talking?"

"I only speak for myself. ”

"It's hard work to talk to you. ”

Ram Le adjusted his sitting posture a little helplessly, and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, this is not a battle of one or two doors, and there is no neutrality at all." ”

Duanmu was silent.

After a long time, it sighed: "I just want to spend the time before the catastrophe in peace." ”

"It's really obsessive. ”

A trace of gloom flashed between the ram's eyebrows, and he asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure you want to stand on the other side of the old place?"

Duanmu shook his head and repeated, "I just want to spend this period of time before the catastrophe in peace. ”

"Good. ”

Ram Le nodded and didn't say anything more.

After dusting off the hem of its clothes, it stood up, and bowed slightly to Duan Mu Xie with a slight disdain: "Take care!"

Duanmu Xie didn't get up, just nodded, and watched him walk away until he left.

"Excuse me, add water. ”

He raised his hand and beckoned to the waiter.

With that, he picked up the newspaper again, unfolded it slowly, and looked down.

The waiter stepped forward to fill his pot with hot water and left.

The teahouse was still lively, and it was a long time before a soft sigh came from behind the newspaper, full of exhaustion.