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When Meng Xiaoyao left, the mirror image hanging in the air also closed, as if it had never appeared.
Jane was silent for a while, her eyes were suddenly red, and she knelt down toward Yuxue!
Yuxue narrowed her phoenix eyes and asked with a playful smile: "Little girl, what are you doing?"
"Senior, I know, you can take me out, please take me out..." Jane gritted her silver teeth, unable to conceal her hatred at the moment.
Yu Xuening's slender jade fingers curled up with a strand of blue silk, and looked at her jokingly for a while, and said: "You can really use your power to change the situation outside?"
"I don't know," Jane choked in pain: "But I've never seen him before. He showed that kind of despair... I can't imagine how hysterical and painful a person like him would be to appear. So weak..."
Yu Xuening sighed softly, "I can take you out, but I won't..."
"Why!?" Jane looked up incomprehensibly, "Aren't you facing Yang Chen!?"
Yu Xuening shook her head, "I just want to believe that your man can face this fate by himself. Since I acquiesced to Meng Xiaoyao's arrangement, then I will not suddenly regret it. This is my trust in myself. It is also the trust in Yang Chen."
Seeing the deep light flashing in Yuxue's eyes, Jane bit her red lips and lowered her head in silence.
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After seven days, Huaxia Zhonghai.
Due to the geographical location of Zhonghai, with abundant water vapor and no barriers, under the erosion of the cold current, the temperature here has already reached ten degrees below zero during the day.
At this time, this place has almost become an empty city. Except for some lonely elderly people, women, children and children, and young and strong people who are still struggling to survive, almost all leave the city with their families.
On the once prosperous street, no pedestrians passed by at noon.
What makes people horribly horrified is that from time to time there are some tramps, beggars, and the corpses of ordinary people who died as a result of the riots.
Some of these corpses have been gnawed and swallowed by tenacious rodents, causing many of the corpses to be mutilated and bloody.
However, the blood was also coagulated, and the corpse did not stinks and rotted at low temperatures. If it was a normal summer, at this time, the plague might have appeared due to the high temperature.
In the Central Business District, most of those dazzling shops were looted or destroyed by smashing.
The army and the police have given up here, so naturally no one will take care of it.
Rather than saying that this is an international metropolis, it is better to say that at this time it is just a dying old man who is about to freeze to death, a piece of icy land slowly heading to the hell on earth.
In a bar street in Xicheng District, there is a dilapidated small bar whose facade has been damaged by hail.
The messy and damaged tables and chairs, the overturned sofa, and the garbage and empty wine bottles on the floor.
In such a place with a bit of musty and stench, a young man was lying strangely on a hard red sofa against the wall.
The man's clothes were all dirty and stained, and he was soaked in liquor of various colors, his hair was messy, and he smelled of liquor all over his body.
His face was full of purple red caused by a persistent hangover, and his eyes were full of exposed bloodshot eyes.
Under the sofa, I don’t know how many empty wine bottles are filled.
These are the drinks found in the basement of the bar, which happened to be lost in the panic escape of people.
The man's eyes were a little dull, he just stared at a corner not far away, sometimes a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and sometimes he burped alcohol in pain, like a mentally abnormal patient.
This man naturally returned to Yang Chen in Zhonghai after wandering aimlessly for two days.
For some reason, Yang Chen stepped forward and unknowingly came to this small bar where he had met Lin Ruoxi.
Times have changed, and things are different.
Here in the past, the two may be ridiculous and embarrassed, but they have sweet memories.
But at this time, this place, in Yang Chen's eyes, had become the beginning of deception.
Yang Chen concealed all his cultivation base and aura with a blind eye, because he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, and didn't want to see anyone.
After flipping through a large amount of alcohol, he lay on the sofa, pouring it bottle after bottle.
Deliberately letting one's nerves accept the baptism of alcohol, perhaps because he wanted to numb himself, perhaps because he wanted to be so drunk.
Yang Chen even had a glimpse. If he was an ordinary person, he could just drink to death like this, that would be good...
But my family and my daughter came to mind, and felt a kind of powerless collapse. I couldn't die. However, it was better to die than to live...
This place is quiet and terribly quiet, except for the roaring cold wind at midnight, no one will find the man in the dark corner.
At noon on the seventh day, finally someone walked in with light steps, stepping on the damp tide all over the floor.
Yang Chen was lying on the sofa, drunk and drunk, and there was a glimmer of luster in his wistful eyes, but it was fleeting, as if he hadn't noticed anyone approaching him.
The visitor walked to the sofa, stood still for a while, and looked at Yang Chen who had no idea, with a sigh of smile.
"Chi'er, Chi'er, your meeting with her is nothing but a beautiful sight, but the various things on the way are nothing but a flash of smoke, so why don't you be obsessed with it."
Yang Chen awkwardly twisted his lower body, turned over, and turned his back to Meng Xiaoyao.
"roll… "
Yang Chen vomited a word, and didn't want to say more about the other half sentences.
Meng Xiaoyao couldn't help smiling. It seemed that although Yang Chen looked drunk, he was still sober. Even if he didn't introduce himself, he was guessed who it was.
In fact, it is not difficult to guess who can still find Yang Chen when he uses Yiyezhang.
Meng Xiaoyao wasn't angry at Yang Chen's rudeness. In fact, he didn't care what other people's attitudes were towards him.
Instead, he nodded approvingly, pulled a chair and sat next to Yang Chen, and said, "As the saying goes, there is no dwelling and no form, and the faith is pure, then the reality is born. If you see the appearance and the non-image, you will see the Tathagata. Perseverance, I want to live..."
"roll… "
Yang Chen's tone became heavier, with a hint of anger, and interrupted Meng Xiaoyao's words again.
No phase? Reality
If Buddhism can penetrate the love and hatred of the world, then with his understanding, how can there be so many fetters and entanglements.
Meng Xiaoyao half-opened his mouth, thinking that he was also a bit ridiculous. This little guy is a child in his twenties, no matter how he has potential, he is still a child.
Talking to him by himself, the way he said to Yu Xuening, he couldn't hear it.
Regarding Yang Chen letting him "get off", he didn't worry at all.
After thinking for a moment, Meng Xiaoyao nodded and said again: "As far as humans know when they explore the earth in ancient times, 65 million years ago, an asteroid of one trillion tons hit the earth.
The speed of the asteroid exceeds 83,000 kilometers per hour, and its power is equivalent to detonating 30 million nuclear warheads at the same time.
It can be said that that asteroid destroyed all life on Earth at that time, and such a big impact may occur every ten million years. In other words, every ten million years, the earth may be destroyed once.
Small-scale celestial collisions can happen all the time.
Just 50,000 years ago, China was in the midst of a flurry of dances of demons and a battle for supremacy. At that time, a meteorite struck the desert of Arizona where the United States is now.
After the meteorite fell, 175 million tons of rocks and sand were thrown into the sky, leaving behind a huge crater six to seven kilometers wide and nearly two hundred meters deep. This huge pit is now code-named'Dayabro Canyon'.
At that time, the meteorite was only 130 feet long, which was comparable to the current small jet.
When it fell, it caused a high temperature of 1659 degrees Celsius and melted the rocks in the desert. The gravel and gravel from the impact reached two to three times the speed of a rifle bullet and spread three to six miles around...
At that speed, any surrounding people and animals were not immune. At that time, most of the indigenous people were directly penetrated through their bodies and their bones were directly penetrated under inexplicable circumstances..."
Having said that, Yang Chen finally did not let him go.
Slowly, Yang Chen got up, turned his head, looked at Meng Xiaoyao with a smile on his face, and said gloomily, "What are you trying to say." ru