Glancing at the two whispering in the distance, Dio raised the corners of her mouth slightly, she was touching her pocket, but saw Sixteen Nights next to her proudly playing with the pipe she had originally put in her pocket. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She turned her face away indignantly, snorted coldly, and didn't ask for a pipe from Sixteen Nights. She stretched out her white fingers, pointed to her cards, and said:

"Do you think they can see the purpose behind this test?"

"Sa, who knows?" said Sixteen Nights, not very concerned, "who can see what you think, I want to know what you are going to eat tonight." ”

The corners of Dior's mouth twitched, and he stopped talking to Sixteen Nights. She picked up her hole card and looked at it, and it was a 7 of diamonds. There was nothing special about the plain cards, she shook her hand and said as if talking to herself;

"What would you do if you didn't have any ability to play cards with someone who could pause time to cheat?"

"I don't play this card. ”

"What if you had a reason to fight?" Dior raised an eyebrow, grinning, "For example, if you lose, you may not be able to afford to eat for a month, or your important person is threatened and you have to play cards to save your friends, etc." You don't have any chance of winning, and even if you win, you won't necessarily get what you want, and even if you win, you will be killed by the annoyed and angry opponent. ”

"Then what else can I do?" Sixteen Night lay on the handrail, reaching out to wipe the blue and white porcelain pipe, "Isn't it just hard to go? No matter what the reason, if you can't run away, isn't it the only one?"

"That's what fighting. ”

Dio put on her hole cards, and then she pretended to turn them over, but the cards had changed from 7 to 10 of diamonds.

"The real power is neither the monstrous power and the richness of the world, nor the covering of the sky with one hand, calling for wind and rain. She is only a human being, even if her strength is stronger than that of ordinary humans, after all, she is just a human with 'great strength', and she is vulnerable. She didn't understand at all what it meant to fight and what war was. Even if she is the emperor of the whole world, she has endless gold coins in her hand, waving her hand, chanting a spell can exchange it for a storm, and she is vulnerable to fate. ”

"I don't believe in fate," the silver-haired girl flashed a dagger, "I only believe in the weapons in my hand." ”

"I don't believe it either," Dior chuckled, "that's the biggest difference between us and Liao Xueqing." ”

Even if the ethereal thing of fate really exists, no matter where fate points to, it can't shake them in the slightest.

"You know that little friend of hers, right?" Dior stretched and sat lazily in his chair, "She is only thinking about how to live a human life with her little friend now, and the rest doesn't matter to her anymore." I don't need that kind of person, and if she still can't understand what I mean, then I might as well leave her here. Anyway, she's useless. ”

"That being said, you still gave her this chance," Sixteen Nights pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction, she picked up the apple on the table and took a bite, "You must have been a despicable politician in your last life. ”

"Maybe a despicable general, or the kind who has no skills and insists on commanding the whole army," said Dio, shrugging his shoulders and not caring about it, "and with fear, he was tortured, tortured, and finally died a miserable and painful death." In the end, I didn't think about anyone other than myself, I was a selfish and arrogant fool. ”

“......”

Sixteen nights gnawed on apples, no let's continue the topic. She stared at the pipe in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

"I dreamed too," Dior said of another thing, "I dreamed that I was born in an ordinary city, where the people were very kind, where the things called life still had value, when there was still hope, when love would never wither, and when the gods would answer people's prayers, and I lived my life peacefully, without wind or waves." ”

"Do you like that?" the girl asked her.

"I can't deny that the reason why I have such dreams is probably because I am longing for this kind of thing, at least, it is not a nightmare. Those who are good at thinking rarely use the terms happy and unhappy, and the earthly world is obviously the entrance hall of another world, and there are no happy people here. ”

"Les Miserables?"

“BINGO。 ”

Dio stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. She was not surprised that Sixteen Nights had spoken the origin of her words, and that the previous arrogant appearance was only a disguise for her—Sixteen Nights had already understood it. She had never known a person so simply, just as she had never gotten any friendship.

"Can you say it in your own words? Don't always quote people to make you look good. "Sixteen nights are deflated.

"You're mistaken, because I'm not as good as you think, so I need to quote someone else. ”

"I'd like to know, do you have something else to be afraid of?"

"Maybe there is, maybe not, if you have to... That's death. ”

Dio raised the corners of her mouth slightly, she raised her left hand, where Sixteen Night saw the pipe she had just snatched from Dior's pocket, and she shook it for a moment, only to notice that the pipe she was playing with had disappeared without a trace.

"Death?" replied Sixteen Nights as he stared at his pipe.

"Death refers to the loss of life, the termination of life, the cessation of existence, the opposite of survival. In general, the death of a living thing refers to the loss and permanent termination of all its vital features, and finally its transformation into an inanimate object. ”

"It's not that I don't know what that word means, you bastard!"

Dio wasn't going to answer her.

Death is death, there is nothing to say, to take all people's lives equally, and there will be no favoritism because of what people do.

It's not death itself that's scary, it's because death makes people lose everything they have now. The more things you have, the more you are rightfully afraid of death. Whether she had a bad childhood, racked her brains and was abducted, everything is the reason why she can stand here now.

It's her stuff.

Humans have everything in the land is proof that they are alive, and death will take it away, which is the fundamental reason why humans fear death.

"What a bliss," said Dior, drawing a match and lighting a cigarette, "Honestly, I thank you, Sixteen Nights." ”

"Do you finally understand the value of the old lady?" Sixteen Ye snorted coldly, "Even if you don't thank me, it doesn't matter, I know that you guys won't say anything good." ”

"Why, even if it's me, I'm occasionally hypocritical, after all, it's a "human". If I die, I hope you remember me, Sixteen Nights. ”

"Even if the world is destroyed, you won't die, the Ming Empire has a good saying, good people don't live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years. ”

Sixteen Nights was dismissive of Dior's words.

She didn't realize what it meant for Dio to say such things, and she knew that Dio was a guy who didn't care about lying.