Night in the city has begun, and the lights are bright or pitch black. For the people who live here, some people have already fallen asleep, and some people have just started to live. And those who fall into dreams, some are sweet dreams, while others are nightmares.

Small talk.

If memory serves, it's closed, indeed, it's closed. But in the room, an antique lamp on the counter was glowing, circling a patch of light in the darkness. I can still see a young man holding a book in his hand, looking at it, but the difference is that there is an extra set of tea sets and a cup of tea in front of him.

"Squeak." With a bang, the wooden door opened. As if it had never been locked. A gray-robed man walked in, and then the light in the room dimmed for a moment and returned to normal. But the gray-robed man had come to the counter.

"Sir, I'm here to see a doctor." The voice of a clean teenager came from the gray robe.

"You're not sick, what to see." The young man behind the counter said without raising his head. After a while, he added: "Sit or leave, I'm not used to people talking to me like that." ”

"Huh." There was a chuckle, and I couldn't tell if I was happy or angry. It was the gray-robed man, who was familiar with moving a chair in the corner and came here to sit down. Then he said, "But I have a heart disease!" I don't know if you, the 'Ming Doctor', can heal. ”

"I can't." Doctor Ming's simple and decisive answer made the gray-robed man breathe.

"Sir doesn't ask what the illness is, how can he be so irresponsible." The gray-robed man added after a pause.

Doctor Ming raised his head and stared at the gray-robed man, as if trying to see something.

The gray-robed man said to himself: "My heart disease is that I want to seek the avenue, avoid the cycle of life and death, so as to live forever, and live with heaven and earth. After speaking, the gray-robed man raised his head, revealing a fair and handsome face, which was the young man who appeared in the "Lise Street".

"Haha, my friend is laughing, there is no such medicine in the world, if there is, it will only be kept for its own use, how can it be used by others? Besides, except for the legendary gods and immortals, where did such a thing come from. Ming Yi said slowly, with an extremely relaxed look on his face, but there was no sarcasm.

"But, I have." The gray-robed man stared at Doctor Ming, and said with a smile.

The lights in the room went out all at once, and the dark world was extremely quiet and eerie. After a long time, there was a rhythmic thud in the room. Soon, the light came on again, and I saw Ming Yi sitting on a chair, one finger hitting the armrest, and the sound came from here. The gray-robed boy had long since disappeared, as if he had never been there, and even the wooden door seemed to have never been opened.

"Little Ash." Doctor Ming muttered, a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes, "The elixir of life, I don't know what it has to do with that one." At this time, a butterfly flew from there, and it seemed to be very beautiful. Ming Yi stretched out his hand, only to see a butterfly fall on his hand, but if you look closely, it is a paper butterfly, but how can it fly? The paper butterfly turned into a burst of fire, and Doctor Ming seemed to feel something, and his brows furrowed, "Sound transmission secret technique." Then he disappeared into the room, leaving a note on the counter.

The lights are off. The world is extraordinarily dark, which is a signal before dawn, but in this little time, how many lives have passed and how many lives have been born.

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