Dill looked at the beautiful, delicate and unfamiliar face in the crystal mirror, and looked at it, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Why bother with the unknowable and the unsolvable?

Do what you want, try what you want, and as for the result, maybe it's not that important.

The sky on the screen is dark and bright, bright and dark. At this time, the Divine Soldier Team had already entered the Sixth Night Maze.

On the endless wheat fields, the golden waves roll in with the breeze, exuding a ripe smell of harvest. Following the path carved out by the low wheat stubble, Feng Tian and his group of five came to a tall and simple house.

"Dangdang" knocked lightly on the door, "may I ask anyone?" Feng Tian asked out loud.

There was the sound of shuffling footsteps inside the door, and a moment later, the door opened.

Behind the door was a wrinkled old face, his back was slightly stiff, and his cloudy and dark yellow eyes looked indifferently at the visitor outside the door: "Please come in." The old man left the door completely open, and his tall figure staggered slightly.

Feng Tian bowed slightly to him, thanked him, and strode into the room.

The décor in the room is not very ornate, but the furnishings are clean and meticulous. It is not difficult to see that the owner of the house is a strict old man.

The old man invited them to sit down at the round table and went to the kitchen to make tea himself.

The faint aroma of tea and boiling water vapor mix together to form a pleasant smell. In the hazy mist that rose, Feng Tian opened his mouth to break the silence: "Old man, what can we help you?" ”

After the first five nights of confusion, the Divine Soldier Squad has become familiar with the routine of the dungeon.

Naturally, they knew that they still only had one night to complete the task this time. Then, there is no need to delay too much, and getting the commission as early as possible will buy more time.

"Don't worry about the children, drink tea first and take a break." The old man picked up the teapot, and the clear tea slowly flowed down the spout into the cup, "Taste it." ”

Feng Tian picked up the teacup and drank it all: "The tea is very good, thank you." ”

A kind smile appeared on the old man's pale face, he shook his head, and said, "How can a cow chew a peony, how can you taste the fragrance of tea?" As he spoke, he raised his hand and filled the five empty teacups in front of him.

This time, Feng Tian slowed down, but the teacup still bottomed out quickly.

The old man sighed slightly, and filled it for them for the third time.

"Young man, there are some things that you can't just do slowly, but this time you all have plenty of time, don't be in a hurry." The faint fragrance of tea is lined with the voice of the elderly, like the bronze bell of the ancient temple.

Feng Tian sank down and looked at the old man, with a listening piety in his eyes.

"My name is Rochelle, and I used to like a woman when I was younger, and her name is Darinka," the old man's eyes became a little erratic, and her expression was full of nostalgia, "She has chestnut waist-length hair, a pair of bright and moving eyes, a small and lovely nose, a small mouth as ruddy as a cherry, and a skin that deceives frost and snow......"

The old man's voice gradually turned into an inaudible mutter, and his cloudy eyes shimmered faintly, silent but captivating.

"Well, what about later." Feng Tian asked softly, his inquiring gaze guiding the old man to continue telling his story.