C1635 What Exactly Are You Trying to Say
C1635 What Exactly Are You Trying to Say
Jane, who had been silent for a moment, suddenly kneeled down towards Yu Xuening with reddened eyes!
Yu Xuening narrowed her eyes and asked with a playful smile, "Little girl, what are you doing?"
"Senior, I know, you can bring me out, please take me out …" Jane gritted her teeth, unable to hide her hatred.
Yu Xuening rolled a strand of hair between her slender fingers and looked at her with a playful smile. "Can you really use your power to change the situation outside?"
"I don't know." Jane choked with pain. "But I've never seen him look so desperate. I can't imagine how much hysterical pain someone like him would have, to look so weak …"
Yu Xuening sighed. "I can take you out, but I won't …"
"Why!?" Jane looked up in confusion, "Don't you support Yang Chen!?"
Yu Xuening shook her head, "I just want to believe that your man can face his own fate. Since I have tacitly agreed to Meng Xiaoyao's arrangement, I won't suddenly go back on my word. This is my trust in myself and also in Yang Chen."
Looking at the deep glint in Yu Xuening's eyes, Jane bit her lips and lowered her head in silence.
7 days later, China's Zhonghai.
Due to Zhong Hai's geographical position, the water vapor was abundant and there was no barrier. Due to the erosion of the cold current, the temperature here had long since reached a temperature of -10 degrees Celsius.
At this moment, this place had almost become an empty city. Other than a few elderly people who could not leave and were still struggling to survive, women, children, and the young and strong had all dragged their families and families out of this city.
The previously bustling street was now deserted at noon.
What was creepy was that from time to time, there were a few homeless people, beggars, and some civilian corpses that died from the riots.
Some of these bodies have been devoured by tenacious rodents, causing many to be mutilated and bloody.
However, the blood had been frozen and the corpse didn't smell too rotten under the low temperature. If it was a normal summer, there was a high chance that there would be a plague at this time of the year due to the high temperature.
At this time, most of the dazzling shops in the central business district had been either robbed or destroyed.
Since the army and police had given up on this matter, no one would care about it anymore.
Rather than saying that this was an international metropolis, it would be more accurate to say that it was now like a dying old man who was slowly walking towards hell on earth.
On a street in a bar in the western part of the city, there was a small bar whose front had been destroyed by hailstorm. The bar was extremely dilapidated.
There were broken tables and chairs, overturned sofas, and a floor littered with trash and empty bottles.
It was in this place that the musty smell and stench came from. A young man was strangely lying on a hard red sofa against the wall.
The man's clothes were dirty to the point that they were completely stained. It was as if he had been stained by various wines. His hair was a mess and his entire body reeked of alcohol.
His face was flushed from the hangover, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Under the sofa, there was a huge pile of empty bottles. Some of them were empty; some of them were empty, but there were also others that were thrown away after drinking half of the bottle.
These were all wine found in the basement of the bar, and they just happened to be lost in the chaos of people fleeing for their lives.
The man's eyes were dull as he stared blankly at a corner not far away. Sometimes, there was a hint of a smile on his face, and sometimes, he would let out a painful burp, like a mentally ill patient.
This man was Yang Chen, who returned to Zhonghai after wandering aimlessly for two days.
Unknowingly, Yang Chen had arrived at the bar where he used to meet Lin Ruoxi.
Things change when times change.
In the past, the two might have been ridiculously awkward, but they still had sweet memories.
But at this moment, in Yang Chen's eyes, this place was the beginning of his deceit.
Yang Chen used the Eye-Blocking Leaf to hide all of his cultivation level and aura, because he did not want to be disturbed by anyone and did not want to see anyone.
He rummaged through a pile of alcohol and then lay down on the sofa, drinking from bottle to bottle.
He deliberately let his nerves undergo the baptism of alcohol. Perhaps he wanted to anesthetize himself, or perhaps he wanted to keep himself drunk.
Yang Chen even had a hint of a thought. If he was an ordinary person, it would not be bad if he could keep drinking himself to death …
In his mind, he thought of his family and his daughter. He felt powerless and exhausted. He couldn't die, but life was better than death …
The place was quiet, terrifyingly quiet, and no one could see the man in the dark corner except for the wind howling in the middle of the night.
It wasn't until the afternoon of the seventh day that a person finally walked in with light and nimble steps as he stepped on the dark waves that covered the ground.
Yang Chen was lying on the sofa and drunk. A glimmer flashed across his sleepy eyes, but it was fleeting. It was as if he didn't notice that someone was approaching him.
The person walked in front of the sofa and stood still for a while. He looked at Yang Chen, who had no intention of getting up, and revealed a smile that was filled with regret.
"Foolish child. Foolish child. When you met her, it was like seeing the moon in a mirror. However, everything that had happened along the way was like seeing the clouds in the sky. Why must you continue to remain ignorant?"
Yang Chen twisted his body with difficulty and turned his body with his back facing Meng Xiaoyao.
"Scram …"
Yang Chen spat out one word and didn't want to say anything else.
Meng Xiaoyao couldn't help but smile. Although Yang Chen looked drunk, he was still sober. Even if he didn't introduce himself, he could already guess who it was.
In fact, since Yang Chen was able to find him after using the Eye-Blocking Leaf, it was obvious who he was.
Meng Xiaoyao was not angry with Yang Chen's rudeness. In fact, he did not care what attitude others had towards him.
On the contrary, he nodded in approval, pulled a chair over to sit beside Yang Chen and said: "As the saying goes, without living without any form, a person's confidence is pure and pure. If you see any disagreement, you see Tathagata. "My mind is persistent, I want to stay here …"
"Scram …"
Yang Chen's tone turned serious and once again interrupted Meng Xiaoyao with a hint of anger.
Non-Phase? Real?
If Buddhism could see through the love and hatred of the world, with his intellect, how could he have so many entanglement?
Meng Xiaoyao's mouth was half open. He felt that he was a bit ridiculous. This little guy was only a child in his twenties. No matter how much potential he had, he was still a child.
How could he listen to what he said, and what he said to Yu Xuening?
As for Yang Chen telling him to "scram", he didn't feel relieved at all.
After thinking for a moment, Meng Xiaoyao seemed to have thought of something and nodded. He then said, "From what humans know about Earth during their exploration in the ancient times, 65 million years ago, a trillion ton asteroid struck Earth.
The speed of the asteroid was over 83,000 kilometers per hour. Its power was equivalent to detonating 30 million nuclear warheads at the same time.
It could be said that that asteroid destroyed all life on Earth at that time, and every ten million years, it would have such a large impact. In other words, every ten million years, the Earth could be destroyed.
Small-scale celestial bodies could collide with each other at all times.
Fifty thousand years ago, when China was filled with demons and Immortals were fighting for power, a meteorite crashed into the desert of Arizona, which was now a part of the United States.
After the meteorite fell, it threw 175 million tons of rock and sand into the sky, leaving behind a huge crater that was six to seven kilometers wide and nearly two hundred meters deep. This huge pit was currently known as' Dejabo Canyon '.
At that time, the meteorite was only a hundred and thirty feet away, comparable to the small jets of today.
As it fell, the temperatures of 1,659 degrees Celsius melted the rocks in the desert. Gravel, gravel, two to three times the speed of a rifle bullet, three to six miles to the surrounding...
At such a speed, no human or animal in the surroundings would be able to escape. Most of the natives at that time had their bodies pierced and their bones pierced in some inexplicable way … "
At this point, Yang Chen finally stopped telling him to scram.
Slowly, Yang Chen stood up and turned his head. Looking at the smiling Meng Xiaoyao, he gloomily said, "What are you trying to say?"